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A Haunting
by Ken HarnischYou haunt me
Just by saying hello
And I am brought back to a simpler time
When our nights were full of stars and our words full of poetry
And the fire and its consequences
Were things we left unsaid.
I should be calling an exorcist now
Given that ghosts can be
Such scary things
And your spirit has a way of
Attaching itself to me
In such a way as to hinder
Any attempts I make
At cold, clear rationality.
I drop words to you
That are sweetly dangerous in
Any kind of context.
You know this and withhold
The kind of judgment
That would send me fleeing into the night,
Perhaps forever.
You haunt
And I don’t mind being haunted
And when I am
You are always there
We are unique a pair, indeed;
And it all has little to do with ghosts.
12/15/2008 Posted on 12/15/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
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