What is it that speaks to you...
That sneaks to you,
In the middle of the night?
Who's visiting you?
What remnants are reanimated?
Does your recollection rile you up?
Or do you wish to relinquish it all?
We all have ghosts.
Emotions that never truly fade.
Feelings that leave, only to return...
Seeking to plague the places they once stayed.
Lit only by the moon,
They glow dimly;
Memorable relics of forgotten times.
Never haunting,
They simply stop by to remind us
That the past is never that far behind us.
-A. Lewis
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