the past comes calling
knocking on a virtual door
in unexpected searches
on google
names faces dates
a litany of information
that one had tried
so hard
to forget
there it is
a reminder of events
one did participate in
and words said
promises made
some kept
others broken
in black and white
on a computer screen
like it or not
one cannot disappear
from anyone
even one’s self
so we come
into each other’s lives
and memory
once triggered
is like Banquo’s ghost
there to imply the words
left unspoken