I hear noises.
Little disturbances
that mean nothing,
or everything.
Clicks, cracks.
Normal sounds
I’ve heard before,
or not.
Now that you’ve died
I fear the presence
of your ghost.
The mere idea of you,
roaming the halls,
scares me silly.
‘Till I realize,
with my shrink’s mind,
what frightens me is nothing
but the fulfillment of the wish
to see you again.
Susana Olivares Bari, September, 2012
I'VE JUST READ WHAT SUZY WROTE YESTERDAY EVENING AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TO BOTH OF US BECAUSE AT TWEVLE MIDNIGHT THIS MORNING THE DIGITAL CLOCK ON THE RECEPTION TABLE IN THE LIVING ROOM WENT OFF WITHOUT EVER HAVING BEEN SET AS AN ALARM. IT WOKE ME AND SCARED ME TO DEATH. I WALKED INTO THE HALL TO CONFIRM THAT THE NOISE I WAS HEARING WAS REALLY THE ONE I'VE REFERRED TO AND AT ONCE HAD THE EERIEST SENSATION THAT LALO WAS THERE AND IT PETRIFIED ME TO THINK THAT HE MIGHT ACTUALLY APPEAR. . .STRANGE? MAYBE HE NEEDS TO COMMUNICATE WITH US,MAYBE HE WANTS TO ASK ME TO STOP GRIEVING TO THE EXTENT I HAVE BEEN AND LET HIM REST. . .WHO KNOWS. IF SO, PLEASE WRITE.
ReplyDeleteI don't think he thinks you're not letting him rest. In any case, he misses you; probably as much as you miss him. You were his friend and confidant, not to mention his beloved mother. I KNOW he's not at my house; it's just my imagination. But you, I think he must visit regularly, just to see you, never to scare you.
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