EVERYTHING REMAINS THE SAME

what is a ghost

but a memory that won’t be forgotten.

there’s no tellin when one may show up,

nor what sorrow it may bring.

Grief can arrive as a surprise

and take your breath away,

“what was that about?”

our minds might say.

after a while it’s hard to tell

what wound your ghost is nursing,

so many old and ancient hurts,

pushed down undone,

turn away and still they stay,

what if these ghosts are angels

sent from our souls

to finish the painful business

of facing the moments

that broke or closed your heart?

Once that love pump ceases,

you begin to feel ghostlike yourself.

The breeze,

trees,

the man between your knees,

all seem vacuous,

unsubstantial,

evaporating like steam,

ephemeral as a dream.

We are looking for an anchor

to tether us to the ground,

still searching for a corner stone

that cannot be found.

These ghosts arrive uninvited

and depart unexpected as they came,

I place my tired feet upon the ground,

as everything remains the same..