Sometimes I find myself talking to ghosts,
those people I knew long ago,
kids who went before their time,
a time
when those kids were friends of mine.

Sometimes they speak to me and
sometimes they don't.

they are the images that float through my mind
they are the things that make me the kind of
person I am,

reason enough to go on with the living,
forgiving my past
hoping to last a little longer.