Ubiqutous

The keyboard I touch while typing this

has been touched by your delicate fingers before

and even though it was merely to look up directions online

it has felt you, and you are here.

 

It has been over four months since I felt

your presence in my room, but still you are there,

you live here every day, every night

on photographs, train tickets, in my bed.

 

You occupy my body, mentally and physically.

Sometimes I love it, but it can also drive me mad

knowing that since you first touched me nothing is the same.

You have infested my body, possessed it like a demon-

you’re everywhere.

 

I sit down, drink my coffee, and laugh again.

Even my white, ugly mug has felt you �" you have drunken out of it.

You have used my lighter to light your French cigarette,

whispered in my ear, and my body still trembles when I think of it.

Reviews

[Poeticlicence]

I love this idea of the ghost of someone still being there after they've left. I love the image in the last line too.