Lingering

You don’t occupy my mind

But I find

Your presence lingers

Like a shadow . . . barely seen

Something about you streams

Into my day

Its disconcerting the way

You have somehow stayed behind

Elements of you invading my mind

And creating sensations, evoking emotions

So that I am carried out in oceans

Of uncertainty

How can this be?

That you are lingering with me. . . .


© Ix-Chel Poot