Exorcising the Ghost

You permeate my every line.

You are the You who populates all the pages

I scrawl, with over-corrected,

LOSING

I'm always losing things

I lost my favorite sunglasses left in a cafe on a chair
i lost all the change out my pocket

Losing you has left a hollow feeling deep within.

I know you are long gone; and, I have no business

talking about you like

Every time I hugged you harder
You felt my hands around your throat
Afraid to let you slip through my fingers
But you saw only

The Princess Of The Hill

She rises, long after dawn,
Much nearer to the noon sun
She stretches, displacing
Her cat and her