Most of us are the ghosts of us and what we were,
we wear the face of another time when we thought
that other time was the only time,
we are
like an old picture card from a box of Brooke Bond,
that we look fondly on.

And one day
when we've gone away to another place
which we think will be the final resting place,
most of us
will still be the ghosts of us
that we left behind.