Haunted
He thinks of
Houses as being haunted;
Graveyards as being haunted;
Abandoned asylums as being haunted;
Ghost towns as being haunted.
All haunted by the dead.
But him?
He’s haunted by the living.
Since she left him
All those many years ago
It is as though she passed
Over to the other side
Just to come back,
To haunt him,
All ghost white and shimmering.
She is there glowing in the dark.
She is there shimmering in the night.
She is hidden around every corner.
She is laying wait around every bend.
Most people are haunted
By the dead.
But him?
He’s haunted by the living.
He’s haunted by her.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 