Ghosts don’t linger in closets and dark corners.
They hide in the mind and come out,
When you least expect them.
Ghosts stay in old letters and photos,
Where everything was okay,
Before the life you once lived fell apart.
Ghosts disguise themselves as words in books,
As songs that once brought so much joy,
And in the small scents that bring back old memories.
Ghosts live in the head,
And provide so,