A GHOST STORY: ONE RAINY DAY
by Robert K. Johnson
back when none
of our goodbyes
was a last goodbye,
you and I strolled
through the MoMA
like pleased proprietors
because our love
owned the whole world.
Returning today,
I stop to stare
at the black strands
of hair the wind
can’t blow away
in Christina’s World
and to welcome the pain
of finding you
standing beside me
again.
Copyright © 2008 by Robert K. Johnson.