For almost a year I had a beard.
Weeks after shaving
I feel the beard
A ghost
5 o’clock shadow
Haunting my face
Knocking at the door of my skin
Wanting to come back
Come back and live and be again
But for now
It haunts my face
Like any limb
Like any part of us
Grown and gone
But there
Beneath or near where it WAS
Shadowing us
Shadowing our body
As WE
A once lived
May shadow the place and places
Where WE once lived.