Ghost of the Past

The ghosts of the past

Follow us in the now

In life, it went too fast

They long to touch, but they know not how.

That shaded corner of the room

A feeling of them watching us

Darkness that seems to loom

Our nostrils smell the musk

We know you are there

Just out of sight

No matter how long we stare

You never come to the light

Are you the monster under my bed

Or in the cupboard locked away

Is it fear you long to be fed

Or can it be the love you miss each day

Have I got you all so wrong

Could it be you want me so

Because of the bond, we had for so long

Are here to see me grow