Ghosts
Ghosts of moments from our past
linger just beyond reach.
Those we once held most dearly,
now we silently beseech.
Silver secrets 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.
Childrens' whispers, their giggles
fade to echoes in the night.
Ghosts hold the secret stories
of our lives now almost spent--
ghosts of memories that remain
where, once, only dreams were sent.
Originally submitted October, 2021
Reworked and submitted January 23,2022
for A Brian Strand (1058) Poetry Contest
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