A Haunting Love

It’s surrealistic in what I see In the most unlikely places, in fact. Especially when unexpectedly They appear before wearily eyes, abstract. Was eating my usual cereal: Shredded wheat with sliced ripened banana. Staring back from my empty spoon revealed A face, the ghost of my Marianna. Startled, yet saddened, my head turned around Expecting to see my wife’s lovely face. Instead I had found a man with a frown Mirroring back from a glass-door bookcase. Her haunting visits, this angel of death Will continue I guess till my last breath.