APRIL GHOUL

This is the wrong time
for this sort of thing.
The days are getting longer,
the skies are getting brighter
and sensibilities, too.

We’re all starting to see
the sunnier sides:
the happier things,
like love, flowers
and, inexplicably, eggs.

So why, in the time of this season,
do I spy
the discorporeal eye
of she whom I haven’t seen
in so long?
It couldn’t be her;
she died years back
but before me
she reminds me
of what
I’d hoped to have forgotten
by now.

There should be no ghosts now!
That is so Autumn
so five months ago…

Trailing my memories
deconstructing my past
reminding me effortlessly
invoking the essence of another season,
she stays with me.
Despite the years,
she haunts me still.