ghosts

It's the ghosts you follow that torment me most. The ones you chase, the ones you can't let rest and settle. The ones you loved, the ones who left. They are the ones that keep me awake at night, whispering of roads you drove, seawater you tasted, trees that shaded you, wind that kissed you. It's the heartbeat of the hand you held, the night you left and the eyes that laughed, that keep bringing you back to the graveyard. Let them go. Let us live.