sometimes
sometimes
it's as if he isn't
. . . gone . . .
.:.
there he is
~ laughing at a joke ~
there he is
~ on the bed across the room ~
there he is
~ in the mirror ~
{and no – not just your reflection}
.:.
you know
it's not him
not really
& the sight of him
scares you
instead of comforting you
because he's
. . . no . . .
you just can't say it
.:.
but he's always there
just at the e.d.g.e.
you can hear his wicked laughter
see his devious smile
& suddenly there he is again
standing before you
plain as day
& you know
this is just
a trick of the mind
.:.
so you s.c.r.e.a.m.
{cover your ears}
& scream
because he's gone
dead. dead. dead.
& everything s.t.u.t.t.e.r.s. – stalls
& the illusion suddenly implodes
showering you
with shattered fragments
{cover your eyes}
.:.
when you finally dare
to look
~ peering through shaking fingers ~
you realize he really is
. . . gone . . .
& suddenly you wish
your mind would
play tricks on you again
{ please }
