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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524

Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.

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#1087105 added April 12, 2025 at 4:41pm
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To all my ghosts
To all my ghosts

No time to write a silly poem
about war or peace, or chicken grease,
something I know nothing about.

Distracted by a piece of key lime pie,
pieces of strawberries calling my name,
potato chips and sundry things —
life got in the way. No time
for introspection or even a bath.
Dead skin and ennui slough off in the shower.

I didn't have time to write to you,
to call out your name in vain,
ghosts never answer the phone.

I'm tired of being alone, tired
of the echoes and ripples
of the fading Past that will not let me go.
Let me go! Where does the time go?
I never kept track whilst I lived,
and now I'll never know.

So few find me hiding, fewer comment.
I sent out photos of the sunset today,
should send out Songkran blessings tomorrow.
Postcards remain unsent.
I sent a message to Wren —
we're both getting old. I should feel blessed
that I'm still getting older.

Getting wiser is a ship
that sailed without me —
a long time ago.

© Kåre Enga (12.april.2025) [182.21]

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