Past

Our ghosts eat well tonight

laying feast on old souls

forgotten memories, and

abandoned reminiscences

that have faded.

They gorge at old rendezvous

those secret intimate

deep-thinking places

we no longer visit,

licking their drooling lips

anticipating the next

sweet sorrow let slip,

imaginary friends forgot

graves left untended.

Starve your ghosts

lay siege to precious memories

times, places, customs

make the past your own.

 

© Graham Sherwood 12/2018