Haunted Lives

You haunt me,

you haunt us.

You think we don’t know?

Don’t worry about it, dears, we see you,

also. We see you

through misplaced objects,

and those doors we closed

that you opened.

Ghosts

unseen, but felt.

I feel you

joining us for dinner,

walking past us in the halls.

Are you lost? Searching?

Giving meaning to memories,

comparing to our living.

It is the past for you, isn’t it?

That’s how you live through us.

Do you think back to the finite kisses you’d planted on each other,

Or all the fights you won or lost?

What about the dead moments, do those haunt you, too?

Inspired by A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf.