Spectral Bride by Agon Hoxha

when the moon seems absurd,
the sun shines like the dunce he is,
was and always will be —
an idiot for putting us up to this.

in the shower, whispering my name;
in the afternoon, walking the house;
i ignore it for the goodwill of my sanity and other trivial things,
but i know you are there,
were there,
and always will be,
as the sun comes uninvited
and i wake glaring upward once again.