There is a ghost in my bed, I know.
I can feel the press of a person against my back
As sure as
Sunrise
Warms a mountain chain out west after a clear cold night
The weight of an arm tossed casually over me,
As I am caught, like a bear, in a
Love trap
Cool air teases my skin in anticipation as my hair is lifted
aside for
Plump kisses
On the back
of my neck
A firm hand on my hip pulls me backward, tighter, into the
Love spoon
The whispered words, "I love you, so, so much"
Hang in the air like specks of dust surfing a
Sunbeam
And the bloom of feeling
Love and being loved
Unfolds like a rose made of
Diamond butterflies
Only for a moment.
Because I remember.
I clench my eyes shut.
The ghost dissolves as I wake to
Another new day
Alone.
Catherine Ivers Norton
March 19, 2016
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