Your ghost was here with me this
morning. He was a great comfort.
I wonder, do you even know about
him? Do you feel some small piece
of you missing? He was formed
from our love, do you have
less of that? Or does love
replenish itself as needed?
It’s been a long while now,
certainly you are accustomed to
his absence by now, but were
you ever aware of his breaking
away? This happened at a
tumultuous time, in my life at least,
I assume you also had a few
rough days, perhaps you were
broken enough not to feel when
he spun away. He got me
through the worst of it and has
been a good friend since.
I suppose I could say thank you
to you for giving me him
after you decided I couldn’t have you.
My consolation prize, I guess.
by Cher Bibler