What would I say to you


A laughing apparition

Haunting me with youth.

I can tell you

The losses are hard to bear.

And you will miss-what?

You didn’t even know you had.


This life- is a roll of the dice

The rabbit’s foot

Or a mirror cracked.

Check your reflection ghost.

Would seeing me there

Make you stare-petrified?

Or can you see

This sad stranger

With windows for eyes


Would you know yourself?


Let me take you by the hand

And we will float together

From our forgotten past

To a future as uncertain

As this pale questioning face.


By Fiona Lochhead          April 2017