Choice 1

She used to come to my place

Every Saturday after lunch,

While I was at work…

Roaming the rooms like a ghost

Touching the dusty furniture

With her long lanky fingers…

She used to fix the picture frames,

As she hovered down the hall.

I had told her it was over

Six months ago, as I recall…

No one but she, had lost.

Under her cashmere scarf

 She kept a key “just in case”

Haunting my place

Smoking blond tobacco

By the wet sooty fireplace…

Choice 5

Every Saturday after lunch,

Her ghostly frame roamed the rooms,

While I was at work,

Like a looser,

A looser… Who had lost!


3 thoughts on “Loser

  1. Gosh that sounds even creepier than my personal experiences… although sometimes i deeply question things like that. Because of people that do crap like that.. ugh. thank you for sharing.. 🙂

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