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The Phantom ( P C )

Posted to Poetry

Around here they call me “The Phantom” –
Floating in and out of the room
Out on the patio writing in the sun
Getting your morning coffee
Popping up in the kitchen
Making his afternoon tea
Coming in out of the ethereal mist
That separates the day from night –
He’s right there!
No, wait a minute,
I thought he was downstairs…

He steals your blanket when you sleep,
And kisses you good morning when you awaken
Asking if the dog went out
You can’t see him, but
You know he’s there –
I was just talking to him
a few hours ago
He brought me some crumb cake.
Tell him I said “Thank you.”