Ghosts---Of Memories
Ghosts of moments from our past
linger just beyond our reach;
those we once held close dearly,
now we silently beseech.
Silver memories of first love
now but sighs upon the wind--
near a place where, long ago,
broken hearts would soon begin.
Ghosts of a love once captured
but escaped in the quiet.
Children's whispers, their giggles
fade to echoes in the night.
Ghosts hold the untold murmurs
of our lives now almost spent.
Ghosts of a past that slumbers
where, long ago, dreams were sent.
Originally submitted October, 2021
Reworked and resubmitted January 23, 2022
for "A Brian Strand (1058)" Poetry Contest ~ First Place!
Title changed after judging
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