Ghosting

Ghosts

Things fall apart

And people disappear

One minute they are there

And the next you are

drinking wine alone at the table

Or raking through 8 years

of memories captured in photographs

And it haunts me

August,

You bring some of the hottest days

of the year

And I returned to America

and fell deep into your fires

And it was pain

Not brief and biting

But long and lonely

But fires melt

Or they can mend

New

That’s what waits for me

as colours change and summer days

become fall’s love of difference

That’s what waits for me in September

Because that’s the only way forward

Even with scars in tow

Returning has always been hard

People move on with or without you

September will be better

“Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.” -Warsan Shire

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