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!

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