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A GHOSTLY DREAM
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A Ghostly Dream
Age 32, Apex, North Carolina, 1977
after my divorce
-- This is one poem, from my autobiographical series of poems, that I posted here at WriteSpike. Go to my Stories section for others. They are in chronological order. --
I have been back to our home
many times in my dreams
I drive down the long gravel road
with red clay rising behind me
to our front yard
but no dogs run out to greet me
which is strange
I walk in our door
into the living room
I can smell a large pot of lentils -
a dish we learned to make in Spain
with rosemary, onions and tomatoes -
on the wood cooking stove
that is putting out a soft heat
and the yellow muslin curtains
you dyed and sewed
blow in the drafts
of this antebellum farmhouse
that we rented
I am just about to throw my coat
on my grandmother's velvet couch
when I notice things
are slightly ajar -
I see new furniture and pictures
have been added
in my home
where I felt most comfortable
I become afraid
I am out of place
then I remember
we have broken up
and you are living with someone else
I hear a car
and know I am an intruder
I hide behind the wallpaper
as others walk past me
then I slip out the door
and fly above the road
as the house sinks into darkness
and the one light upstairs -
the one we always left on
when we were away -
throws a shaft through the windows
onto the field below
I have this dream
for many years
and like the ghost
that locals say haunted the house
I have to keep returning
looking for what we lost
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So touching. Thank you for sharing
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Wow, this is a bit sad, but it's beautiful. The longing story of love that is no more, as a mind seems trapped reminiscing over what things used to be for 2, but the person realizes there is nobody by their side and the dream is really a nightmare.
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David: WOW! I love your phrase "the dream is really a nightmare" because really you just want all this to end and to get on with your life but...
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There is that old French song: The joy of love is but a moment but the pain can last a lifetime.