What should I do
in the night
with my memories?
Ghosts?
My haunts?
I’m afraid
if I make
peace
with my plagues
….it will be my
time
to
die.
What if I leave
loose ends
dangling
and I never
get to say,
“I’m sorry” or
“I’ve never stopped caring”?
I’ve probably made enough mistakes
to keep myself
busy making amends
for years.
I wonder what this life means
I wonder
seems like there are many people
I knew before
in other times
in other lives
in other places
Why are they
all here
in this
life?
gwenythjett 