Tag Archives: poety by Ian D. Hal

The Ghosts Of Christmas Day 1982.

 

I wish I could take back

what I never said, the phone call

that went before it

and the day that I first met you,

for then I could say with a strange kind

of euphoria in my voice

that I was happier than I am right now

when I see your picture glaring

back, two faced, at me.

 

I wish I could take back the first lie

I told my dad and the moment before

in which I just wanted