On The Other Side

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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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I see the ghost of my father
Browsing through a used book store
His dead hands caressing the pages
Of a volume of timeless love poems

And I see the ghost of my mother
Travelling around the world
To places she could never visit
After her mind turned against her

And I see the ghost of my sister
Building a dollhouse of dreams
With a family that’s always happy
As if sorrow is an empty shadow

And I see the ghost of myself
Staring back at me from a mirror
To tell me that death is a doorway
To the things you longed for in life

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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.


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