I’m sitting here
Watching faces of ghosts
Apparitions of times gone
I watch them
Wispy and faded these faces
They swirl around me, whispering
They call to me
An ethereal voice
They remind me
Everywhere they are
Faces of ghosts, voices of ghosts
Memories of times never again to be
I’m chasing them
These wandering ghosts
Every day I chase them
Running
My hands grasp out
But they slip through
I cry
For what now is out of my reach
For that which is dead
Faces of ghosts
They never go away
And neither does the pain
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