The Lady at the Doorstep
Nothing knows you like yourself
You came to me upon a need
Though you were never really there.
A figment, I came to realize
Though it left me questioning;
Where did the time go?
That years went by in a moment,
So familiar we became
Before my eyes opened wide,
I saw you for what you were;
It bothers me to think it still.
When I was alone and didn’t know
I’d created such a thing;
A beauty and horror to me
In a woman’s fit and form.
Elderly, timid for my caring
Wonderful not to focus on myself;
A companion to my memories
Of everything I missed being real.
Taken away with the first breath of dawn,
I stared at the ceiling, unsure of myself.
And for the record, no less convinced
On much of anything else;
I had to decide.
You are a ghost, I want to give in
But we’d be lying to ourselves.
Like we did when you first came along;
Unaware of all save for our bliss.
I’ll see you always and again
You’re a thing of memory;
One I’ll never be ready to let go,
Ever a part of me.
(2014)
A recollection of a woman I miss dearly, a figment of a dream who never knew this world.
