" Lady-Ghost"

I heard the window slide open

and somebody flowing in

from the darkness.

She moved gently to my side

Believing

Sometimes, I look through the cast-offs
hidden in the back
of my velvet-lined closet
where your memory still sleeps.
curled

Someday she'll think back

When I was twelve, there was Carol, a love of the puppy type
we didn't know what we were doing and

"Farewell": A pantoum

The careful love within your eyes,
I saw myself reflected there.
It took me by complete surprise,
But

Baggage From The Past

Past relationships
tend to leave baggage behind
that is heavy and weighs you down.

Sometimes a knife