Smoke Like Phantoms
Smoke Like Phantoms
Smoke like souls
Crooked, gnarling ghosts that float right through you.
They are free when they are taken by the wind.
Dissipated, faded into empty air.
Until that’s all that’s left.
Empty space.
Empty?
It must still be full of ghosts.
They must be somewhere.
All the ghosts in this space alone,
How many in this house?
How many in the garden?
The forgotten patrons of this land,
An unimaginable multitude of memories.
Does anyone keep these memories still?
I want to believe that this place gave joy.
I have felt joy here.
I have seen such beauty in this land, but
It has also witnessed my pain.
It has watched my adolescence unfold.
Whoever owns this house next will never know.
Does it remain, in the ghosts
Of the smoke
That stains these walls?
- S.T / moving out
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