Neville

The Ghost of My Self That Was

The Ghost of My Self That Was

I did not want to fall

asleep

last night again

without you ..

And so, I sat alone

on the balconet

in the pouring rain

with a full jug

of wine, but minus

the usual cigarettes ..

It was there

where I felt,

for the first time lost ..

Not like a visitor

lost, or alone ..

But more like an

unwelcome guest,

or a ghost perhaps ..

In what was

once, my very own

perfect mountain home ..