Where I was I do not know
But I saw him standing there
Still time did ebb and flow
Yet time had no meaning there
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I get the impression that your the spirit, come back after death and unsure of where and when u are. Though you see this icon of love with someone else and absolutely unable to act upon it. The theory of how ghosts cannot depict how much time has passed after their deaths, well documented here. As though your the spirit between the plains of the living and the ghost world, a sort of heart breaking limbo. Beautifully morbid and yet fascinatingly theoretical.
A beautiful story enfolds in this splendid piece... heartbreaking... but love lives on.
I like the concept of this poem. A love poem with the difference.
Spiritual sentiment...stages of grief met...denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance...a ghost story with possible realities.~PB