A Beautiful Haunting

(Mine madness…) 

This memory of you, of us,
at some small corner table,
in some small hotel,
in some little town, near home,
it haunts me in a beautiful way—
why do you haunt me this way?

You laughed—how full of life!
I wish, and then I remember not to.
Some wishes are pain, and loss.
I lost you, my friend,
and yet, when you laughed with me,
and shared a simple meal,
at some small corner table,
in some small hotel,
in some little town, near home,
I did not think of you so much
as a friend.
I did not think much of much else.
I simply existed, with you, in the moment—
a simple meal, a simple conversation,
a heartfelt laugh, yours and then mine,
and mine smiles, and yours, oh, so wide!
We simply were, we lived.
How, we lived!
I did not think of you so much as a friend.
I did not think much of much else,
and yet, this would be one of the moments
I would often revisit in memory.
I miss you, my friend—
mine sorrow, mine sadness.
Why do you haunt me this way?

I sit alone,
at some small corner table,
in some small hotel,
in some little town, near home.
I eat alone.
I sadden, I smile.
I remember, I remember.
I cry, and I laugh.
I see you, right there,
where your smile once sat,
where your laugh once thundered.
I see you, I see you—
mine madness.

I still find it beautiful,
this haunting.

©benielangat, 2021.

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