PersoPoet

If you had seen me then

in this dress

you would have loved me.

There was something in the air

the way the breeze shifted through the palm

trees, the way the wind moved the sand

dunes, the way the music moved my heart

strings, the man touching the calypso drum

beating as I stared at the stars

gazing at the heavens

You looked so dry

in the pouring rain

Whereas I looked wet

Whereas I felt cold

Whereas I was drowned

You come to me in the dark, in the

midnight

A thief from my younger days

And I feel you smile and I’m so happy to

see you

And the ghost of you kisses my neck

Touches me

As only your ghost can

Then I remember that I can’t

It’s not OK

Not right

Not fair

To you to me to him

But you are you and will always be

You came because I called

And when you reach out your hand