Ghosts exist
I've seen my grandmother's ghost
Who she used to be

Before dementia snapped the reigns
And ***** took off with the carriage
I've seen ghosts

A whole room
Wavering
Its only a projection

A happy family
Happier times
A mother

Who hadn't given her oldest the mantle
Who'd bake pies with me in the rise of dawn
Just before work

I've seen ghosts
But I can't remember
What I used to look like

Photos have been burned
There was no stamped vinyl
Of the voice I used to have

I've seen ghosts
Smaller frames ******* in a bag
Oh how small my face used to be

The ghosts are gone now
Sometimes
Rare times

They come out
I'd like to imagine when they do
They've come to say hi

Sorry for the way things have ended up
Sorry for the ever constant smell of decay
Sorry we weren't around long enough

I've seen Ghosts
But they're gone now

I'm the only one left
A skeleton
Looking back at specters

The sun was the first to fall
The winds still wafted gently
So no one noticed

When the brightest star in the sky
Furrowed it's brow in the mirror
Noting

The light tinted hue of gray
Proposing to its circumference
"Only for a day"

But

The days grew longer
Tinted grey
Dug in its heels

Turning itself to inked infinity
Lined tattoos
Arcing across the surface

A vortex
Around faint pulsating inferno

Just one more day

I've met my maker
The thin blue lines
That hold space on paper

Have busted
All bestowed
By the figure occupying the chair in front of me

Starred drops of laughter
And sea scented smiles
Wrapped and bound

By flesh blood and ligaments
I smile
Writers Block

Is what I've taken to calling him
But Tyler is a lot shorter

Totally captured
Heart fluttered faster
A constructed cage

Found to be
A gold and black glaze
Just right

One night
To be held and had
Guided around hedged mazes

Weeping willows
Dusting smoke trails
Smudged shadows

Chasing dusk
And dawn