Will Always be Waiting

Dust blowing
in the echoes of a wind
miles down winding country roads.
Where familiarity
gives way to memory
and moments of life are revived
like pictures in a story book
waking on the page
to commemorate a child’s understanding.
Except that these images
are nightmares.
Things that
at the time of their death
were thought little of
only to
with a ferocious and robust desire
for survival
cling to the wake of a life
appear incrementally
within the appropriate contexts
(or not).

To maintain that
there are ghosts
whatever you want to call them
and yes
they are waiting for you
will always be waiting
for you.


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