Listening To Ghosts
Do you hear whispers over your shoulder only to turn and find no one there?
Only an old movie from someone else's past, you thought you recognized someone's
face or an inflection in the voice, get distracted by the wind, it starts to rain and it's gone,
just like that.
When you wake up the next morning, see a memory in the mirror, haunted eyes telling you,
'Time to go.' Catch your breath, look again, those eyes are gone. Touch up the make-up, fix
your hair to go out, but wait...someone's talking in your ear, that voice again. Listen?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-11-11 at 23:45




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