Ghosts.

Ghosts.

I thought you had gone,

Everyone said you were,

Nothing could bring you back.

It didn’t work that way,

Memories would fade

Gradually over time.

The disconnect

Between yesterday

And tomorrow,

The torpor of today.

The fleeting images

Splintered by mirrors,

Reflected through windows.

Familiar faces

Glanced in passing,

Footfalls followed

Chased down blind alleys,

Empty spaces,

Filled with despair

And the wreckage

Of hope.

When truth returns

It is a tsunami,

Scouring old dreams,

Dragging me along

In the wake of its

Relentless progress.

Your voice should be gone,

It is what they say

Will happen.

But I hear it, still…

Familiar words

And phrases,

Sharp as glass,

Tearing through

Paper thin defences,

Gutted and bloodless,

Drained by this haunting

They said would go,

In time,

As all things do.

But they were wrong.

I still see you…