My life is haunted.

In dreams come arms that held me

Eyes that searched my face

Lips that spoke of love and life and longing.

Around me swirl eddies of memory…

Life lived as more than one

Promises found now in bits and pieces

Discovered on shelves, in boxes,

Heard in familiar words and song

Smells lingering in boxes

Tastes wafted from other windows

Laughter overheard

Tears in midnight pillows


Those ghosts come to me

In lonely nights and hectic days

Reminders of possibilities

Gone…never forgotten

Still waiting for me

To hold to spectral hearts while

Reaching out to know life

Is still expected


Future dreams are built

On dreams past

Not gone


Haunted by promises to

Go on


Daniel J. Cox


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