I feel a presence, I see a form
who are you, are you who I think you are
sitting on the bed facing away from me
your back a black shadow three times now
why this visit now, why after so long
you come to be with me or haunt my days
whichever it may be, it frightens me
I do not welcome this being into my life,
not now, not ever for I have contained
my loss and do not wish to reconsider
your presence in my life as an embodiment
of your past life for here I am alone
in this new place, this new cottage abode;
there is no room for you here, so stay away
and I will visit you where you lie in repose
waiting for me beside you and I will come
when called but not before, this I do in love
and not hate but fear of what changes you
could cause in this my new, fulfilling life
blognote: This vision, apparition, was probably the result of reading The Blue Taxi by N. S. Köenings. Majid's widow Hayaam visits him in the same way I was visited.
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