The Haunting You
I feel the past as a ghost, insubstantial yet always there. I sometimes strive to remember, at other times I ache to forget. A sight, sound or scent can make me recall the smallest detail from my most distant past as if it where happening, yet I know it’s not real. It is gone, the past. Right now, whichever memories I might need to cherish, there is one that is the strongest. I turn out the lights and remember.
When my eyes are shut
Your image floats before me
Ghost of a whisper
I am haunted by your face
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The key words today were “Ghost” and “Haunt”.
Since Halloween is coming, the easy thing to do with these key words would be the tradition spooks and such. I decided that I wanted to be different. ;) On the other hand, you can read it so “you” is a spirit. “You” might also be a lover, or a friend who is far away, or a face I saw on the train or…