The one I love
loves in double vision
flesh and blood
and the ghost
upon her shoulder

Reality grabs fast
and her eyes
see clearly

But that ghost whispers
a siren song
and the world
fades to fog

The sun still rises
and night sounds
call out over
sleeping roofs

While her mind
at war with itself
seeks rest
seeks calm
just seeks

And I remain
at times an audience
at times an actor
in this play
directed
with two minds – Caroline A. Slee