I’m not waiting until I die
to haunt you.
My ghosts need practice
for all of the others
who will never be allowed
to forget me, so I’m putting them to work
tormenting you with echoes
of my laughter, my lips, my love.
My voice will whisper in your mind
even when you’re nowhere near the vicinity of sleep.
You’ll see my eyes and those long, lazy looks I lavished on you
in every pale blue you meet.
You won’t be able to read
without craving my words.
Every song you hear
will resonate with chords of me.
And nothing will ever
feel the same again.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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