My Ghost came visiting
I was so certain, for just a few moments, that I saw you driving a slate gray pickup truck, yesterday downtown. It wasn’t just how much his features looked like yours or the way he wore his hair. There was something of your playful grace in the way he left one hand on the steering wheel and raised the other one to wave to me, when he caught me staring at him.
Loving you shaped my heart. We were so tangled up in each other that pieces were left inside the other when we tore away. Those were bindings that I could always count on, tethers to a when-ago; they are a rosary of sorts to young love, too soon, to crazy, too much. When you left us, nearly a lifetime in the past now, you didn’t allow goodbyes. I wouldn’t have given you these parts back; they are mine now. The me that I left in your keeping though, where is she now?
Loving you shaped my heart. We were so tangled up in each other that pieces were left inside the other when we tore away. Those were bindings that I could always count on, tethers to a when-ago; they are a rosary of sorts to young love, too soon, to crazy, too much. When you left us, nearly a lifetime in the past now, you didn’t allow goodbyes. I wouldn’t have given you these parts back; they are mine now. The me that I left in your keeping though, where is she now?