Trance

I find, since you have been gone,
The feeling of a poltergeist in the house.
A crash in the basement
Where a painting has fallen.
A blind disturbed here or there.

It is feeling only.
A true ghost would excite the dogs.
As does the smell of your perfume
Opening a drawer
We shared.
A true ghost would not leave me to sleep
Peacefully
In the high midday sun.

But, then again, they have barked at the door you left open
Many times
In leaving
Which is now securely barred
Against all human reason.