ghosts they are
all phantoms
figments of my imagination
once were friends
they have all become ghosts
once and a while there is a whisper
maybe a thought on a chess game
or a three hour conversation
about the rest of our lives
then it fades into the ride home
and a message about maybe next week
and that was of course
more than a month ago
how can I really be upset
or expect anything at all
everyone has their own
life to lead and path to follow
made my own apparently
not wanting anyone to come along
for the ride haunted by thoughts
no where to put them but here...
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