This finger still remembers
The path it once traced
Upon that brow
Memories of a face
Long ago stifled,
The dead body
Buried deep
Yet years' muck,
Accumulated debts
And life's debris
Washed away in a dream
I forgot to forget
When morning's light
Seeped through the blind
A mind now haunted by
The lovely ghost
Of the face I see in a photo
The smile, sweet smelling hair, now
As vivid as the day we first
Danced