Walking with a ghost…
Where you appear from, I know not. On my walk, at the table, between the store isles… With a smile you part solitude, and then leave gently with balance restored.
You speak to me; ask all the right questions. I answer, but first look around for no other can see you. Sometimes you tease me, to cox me out. And I can’t help but smile, knowing you came just for me.
Today I saw you on the shore, standing and looking at the grey water under a grey dusk sky. In the summer wind there we met, but it was part of me from ago that was there. Two streams of time entangled on the sand, water washing over our wet sandy feet. Without words, we talked a while. Then, you left again, to where ever you go when I feel better.
You’ll come again, a few or dozen more times. And then something will wash you away until you perhaps drift onto my shore again.
