When relationships die, do we ever really give up the ghost,or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?
Haunted by the familiar voices and well-rehearsed conversations echoing through thoughts, daydreams. Taunted by triggers of memories, everyday sights and sounds mocking the wretched demise of what was held so dear.
Locked in blessed slumber we once again enjoy relationships damaged beyond repair in reality; in the shadowy dreams, though, we laugh, talk, make music just like when... And waking is a tearing once again.
Hopes of future history...goals, plans...crumble as if the moisture was suddenly sucked away into a mist that easily floats on a breeze. Grasping is futile, meaningless, as what is left is dusty remnants of what could have been.
These are the true ghosts. Ghosts have no evil intent, no agenda. They just are, visiting heavily at some times, when we can't completely push them away. They love to live with us, become a part of us, somehow defining how we walk into the future.
Every difficulty slurred over
will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.