Ghosts

By Brennan Nick

Ghosts are a blurred idea, the dwelling of unfinished business.

 

When moving from your old home you may have had bitter feelings left,

 

The ones from unfinished business that murmur back to be resolved.

 

But less than a day later, a new family may come, a fresh coat of paint that faded away your impact.

 

All that you felt, had, loved, is no longer there, “tasteless,” you’d say, now  just in your thoughts.

 

Maybe that’s why we believe that those icy ghosts exist,

 

That our lives had such an impact that they can still hush where we have been but no longer.

 

Editor: Peter Kadel