The ghosts that speak my latent truths
On the way to the gates of every which way
Where monsters and marvels abound
Not withdrawing, regrouping instead
Catching my breath and rebound

From leisurely if awestruck meanders
To hurriedly expectant sojourns
Lacking proofs of resilience but nonetheless
Remaining almost entirely resistant to
Those blind and deaf forces that ravage us.

Well-wishing knowns and unknowns about us
But alas the clockworks that bring us together
Seem destined to amble on past without care
Were it not for that nod, imperceptible almost but
Nonetheless there not explaining itself but existing

Resisting the urge to turn back, take a peek into
The slowing down time by my memories’ abyss
Gasping and gaping and ready to devour me
Promising myriad alluring tales closer
And closer to the end but I hold fast

There’s another time I tell myself even if
No time ever existed and I know so well
Even then I hold fast for eternity, chipping
Away at the translucent cloud that surrounds
Me and you, the kitchen, the tea set, the air

In the churchyard, a chill enveloped us
Once again reminding me of the story that time
Left behind for us to remember her by now
She’s gone, behind those incongruous frescoes
Quite out of place yet soothing my heartache.