Memories, like ghosts
In the dark hours
when silence surrounds me.
Times of pain,
times of sorrow,
that do their best to confound me.
Old hurts, like cracks in a foundation,
Smack themselves across my imagination
like a wet towel upside my face.
Why do I go to that place
where they sting me,
like yellow jackets
when you step on their hole?
Why torture my soul with things
that are long since past?
What is the balm that can heal me,
What is the oinment to soothe the
longing of what might have been?
Where are the kisses of a friend,
the kindness that my aching soul longs for?
Is there kindness anymore?
If so where? When? Who? How?
What do I do, now that memories have
brought your face to my mind?
But forgiveness is possible, is preferable
to the angry sting of memories unresolved.
So you are absolved.
I let you go
and wish you well.
Debts are paid.
All accounts are settled.
May you have a good life,
my one time friend.