not ghosts (20161201)

i feel it
standing behind me
the spectre of that old man
shaped like my father
on the outside
on the inside

with a shadow
neither long nor dark
no chills race up my spine
but there is that whisper
you too
you too

6 thoughts on “not ghosts (20161201)

  1. the inversion of lines at the end of the first stanza works well for me. and the repetition of “you too” is haunting. so often we try to avoid being like our fathers but wake up one day, surprised.

  2. Chills, baby. What a frightening thought that although we may perceive ourselves as unique individuals, we may very well be mostly products of our parents and not much more! That would suck; especially because my mother voted for Trump. Blah!!

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