Haunted

the café is almost empty
so many vacant chairs
to the casual observer
but there you sit in every one
as though i were sitting there
with you
rehearsing some scene in the
play of our past
getting a line wrong; laughing
an out-of-body experience
or perhaps just
out-of-mind (i, not you)
never you

i have tried to evict you from
my thoughts
my memories
my musings
my imaginings
but always you are there
sitting in every chair
driving every car
waiting at every bus stop
smiling at me from
within every drop of rain
beckoning for me to join you
in the glassy reality
of every puddle

forever wearing those sexy
denim overalls
that I will never again unfasten