I ran into a ghost from my past today.
This ghost drops in from time to time,
in unexpected moments, and for reasons often unclear.
In obscurity it visits.
In a dream, a picture, a poem, or a memory,
at times inopportune.
Rarely does this ghost dare to be face to face,
and often shies away.
But today it did not hide.
I did not either,
and I was reminded that this ghost,
it is not really a ghost at all.
And at times I wish it was.
2 comments:
Is this an HNRR origional? I remember you being such a wonderful poet when we were in high school. By any chance do I know exactly what you are talking about here? If so, I agree, and thought you put it perfectly.
Yup and yup, I just wrote it Saturday...
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