the hair
darker
the eyes
clearer
the heart
lighter
back then
the past
years fade
years fade
as friends
reemerge
from the past
time
standing
in the open doorway
one more morning
outside
with time
weighing heavy
on one’s heart
painkillers
no painkillers
for these memories
one walks
one walks
gingerly
through the swamps
of the past
seeking
solid ground
on which
to build
a future
what comes calling
always
when least
expected
opportunity comes
calling
upsetting
the present
confusing
the future
rekindling
the past
hanging pictures
all day
today
the walls filled
with memories
and now
a glass
of whiskey
to wash away
this feeling
of loss
and ease these ghosts
into the past
where they belong
talking about the past
talking
about the past
makes me
wonder
just how past
the past
is
when here
in the present
it feels
so alive
like some horror movie
it is always
the same
like a specter
in some horror movie
there you appear
stalking me down
once again
memories and faces
there they are
again
and again
fading in
fading out
those faces
these feelings
long buried
resurfacing
once twice more