Ghosts.
They are real, all right.
At least for me.
They most often appear with their haunting presence in that murky time between sleep and waking up pulling back to the surface old memories of foolish acts and broken trusts and overlooked or misplaced words.
But sometimes they leave the darkness and haunt my days.
Triggered by an ordinary word or a passing glance.
Long ago becomes this moment.
Yesterday becomes now.
Their presence unsettles me
Making me cringe.
Sometimes shiver.
One came again last night.
Sometime just before 6:00 AM.
I got up this morning thinking about them
And why and how they continue to haunt me.
I can’t undo what has been done.
Or unsay what has been said.
But maybe the task before me
At this stage of my life
As I grow older
Is to make friends which that which haunts me.