The bedroom’s
the only lit room
in this house.
In the kitchen window,
a reflection
of the lit bedroom.
The lit bedroom
appears to float
outside.
A man struggling
to walk up the snowy hill
appears to be walking
out of the bedroom
that is hovering
outside in the dark.
I look back across the kitchen
to the real bedroom.
Walking out of there
is something. It isn’t
a ghost, exactly. It’s
more real, and is struggling
to move in terrible
imaginary weather.
It shoots me a look to say,
All your problems?
Reflections
you’ve turned into spooks and ghouls.
I go back
to the bedroom.
I turn off that light.
I watch
how quickly
the ghosts disappear
when I stop
roaming the house alone
and lie back
into the warmth
of her steady breathing,
her steady presence.
Dark Matter 
January 19th, 2014 at 9:14 am
Thanks for sharing! Continue writing! Express your heart out! 🙂
January 19th, 2014 at 9:17 am
Um…thanks. After forty some odd years of doing it, no fear of stopping right now…but again, thanks for reading.
January 19th, 2014 at 9:21 am
Hahaha, good point! No, seriously, when you’re older, you will need to motivate that mind to continue working the way it does, or you’ll start losing it – literally.
January 19th, 2014 at 9:22 am
Ok. Thanks.