Revisitation by Jan Sand

You are dead. Long, long gone, I know, and yet –
sand000002Still moments prompted by a distant laugh,
Or perhaps a pause when mounting a stair,
I lose the imperative to forget
And in an instant you are there.
Then comes the fear, the hatred at your loss.
It charges, dragonlike, at my surmise.
Time shrinks. The world explodes in shrieking air
And, victim to a memory that flies
Back to that awful day you were no more,
Sorrow and regret, numbness and despair
Summon strong demons I cannot ignore.
In horrid rush again I feel the need
To be with you still. I bleed, I bleed.

 

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