Passing ghosts

~its the things that we can’t forget that leave us haunted~ Smoke curls out endlessly from the exhaust as my sedan rolls over the frozen january streets. All the christmas lights and cheer have been packed away for another year, the lights change for phantom traffic… a train sounds in the distance. Scraps of yellow orange light steal through the frosted windows and seem to flash as i pass power poles and fences, the dark quiet places. In my mind memories swirl up, faces and feelings long thought forgotten, why do you live after the years you have rotten? How could you break the ground that was frozen solid and come to reclaim what you wanted? Go back ghost, leave my rearveiw mirror, cease the whispers you’re spilling in my ear. Why did you come back here? The faint mechanical hum of the defrost fills the cabin and i turn up the radio to forget what happened. Im still haunted by the ghost of you. EWD13