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Living With Shades
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Loss There are shades in my house.
Like family members they stalk the rooms coming and going.
One is the shade of a baby girl,
So faded now that only two can still see her.
Another, much stronger, is that of a young man,
Powerful he strides through the house.
Often I think I could touch him, I hear his voice,
He’s been a shade for a month now.
His car haunts us too.
The third shade is solid, pale, hollow eyed, otherwordly, but I can touch it.
It takes on the outward form of my wife, although much changed.
This shade feasts on grief and chokes on memories.
I could easily mistake it for my wife!
I hope the lively, warm and vivacious woman that I married, who I know and love, will find her way home soon
And drive this dreadful apparition from the house!
