Lingering in the darkened corners of my mind,
ghosts do tread.
There they lean and sway, transparently silver.
Eerie and vague, they drift listlessly,
Only shapeless reminders.
Memories pushed aside.
Walking, I move with purpose.
My days filled with life and love.
But the ghosts are haunting.
Always out of reach.
Always out of sight.
A quick glance here and slight breeze there.
A shadow off to the right, a shift in light off to the left.
They linger.

Waiting to be remembered.
Waiting to appear….


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