Whimsical Nights

To the Ghost of my Past

Tap tap tap

cold finger touching bare flesh on my shoulder.

"Do you remember me?"

Yes I remember you.

I do not want to remember you.

I do remember the feeling of loneliness,

wet face

wet pillow

makeup drained from my face.

The hope that it might all go away,

if I had but one friend. 

You filled me with hope,

Snatched it away.

I left.

Smile upon my face,

Trying to forget all that took place.

Four years later,

you tap on my shoulder.

Tap tap tap

"Do you remember me?"

Yes I remember you.

I do not want to remember you.

I have found a new home,

and I have a new start,

yet your tauntings 

reach for me

forward in time

The whisperings

of memories.

The fears of alienation

the finger that points and laughs.

The fear that it might all happen again.

Tap tap tap

"Do you remember me?"

Yes I remember you,

I learned from you, 

cried because of you,

but I will go on with life.

As I forget, forgive, and move on,

The tap tap tapping

will fade away,

back to my past,

into the blanket of grey.