haunting

 you are this ghost
​that haunts my life
not dead
i'll never meet you
i would not recognize you
if we passed on the street

you've seared my heart
my precious one
through him
me
and
my babies
i feel all that you gave
your fetish
your anger
your ideas
often pondered
what drives
what needs
compels
beyond my perception
knowledge
imagination
these broken threads
weave into the lives of so so many
endlessly haunting
through words
through touch
through fears, lust, anxiety
haunting
through generations
haunting
forgotten
hidden
still haunting