ghosts

I recently watched this movie A Ghost Story so it's quite blatantly taken from there. What I have left is that ghostly feeling which hopefully expresses here.

Scraping scraping at memories

false ones made true in time

I could hardly remember

in this dismembered body

I am now a whiff of smoke

Only now looking and listening, being.

And so I shall remain,

I left the body long ago

yet this life that has left me

resists still as much

as when I still had it.

This moment in time

are ghosts of a time

ghosts of parts of

me and you, and others later, others before

still living

and never will really,

die.