Names remain but faces gone
Like ships lost out at sea.
I wonder if I am a ghost to them,
Like they are a ghost to me.
Faces there without a name
Inside my memory,
I wonder if I am a ghost to them,
Like they are a ghost to me.
People from my past are there,
Somewhere.
They visit me inside my dreams.
Though distant in my mind, I know they're there.
Somewhere.
They wait for me.
Copyright September 15, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
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