The Ghost of a Feeling

Time runs slow

between the then and now.

Memories keep the dead alive

but only in a half-life.

When they say “forever”,

they really mean it.

Even on days when it feels

like the wind should carry you back,

there is nothing

but the ghost of a feeling

that someone is gone

and I am left here

wondering why it feels

as though someone has shifted

every piece of furniture slightly to the right

making everything the same

but not really.

It comes in the dead of night,

on the sunniest day,

on the bleakest morning marred by rain.

A call of the soul, a bittersweet sound

reminding you that they are gone

and you are here.

You are alive--

breathing in the air

and carrying memories

both soft and sad,

but on better days,

happy.

Time moves so slow

and yet somedays

so fast.