For the Darkest Day (2015)

 

Those who say they don’t believe in ghosts,

don’t know how it is,

to sleep a night as clear as day,

where you are held in warm arms,

and heaved on a chest of laughter.

Only to wake in a cold, empty bed.

And the terrible, surreal dream of her vanishing,

Those who say they don’t believe in ghosts,

don’t know how it is,

to open your mouth,

and for her voice to come out.

For her muscles patterns to move

your fingers.

For her posture to slip inside your core,

until you are suspended,

as if from a coat hanger.

Those who say they don’t believe in ghosts,

don’t realise that the dead are not only around,

but they hijack your body,

whilst simultaneously being so utterly absent

that you feel you will rupture with the pain.