separate ghost
i saw her walking
walking alone
where we once went
hand in hand
she did not see me
nor did she want to
i know this because she said so
on our last day together
sight of an old lady in black
brings back memories
of a girl young and red
when my touch gave her joy
JRS
8/24/13
Like a ghost tethered to place I find myself going on
streets where I had good times in the past. I don’t
see many people from my past but on a certain street at times I see a lady that once
held me close.
