Ghosts

By: Margaret Marr

The winds of memory
are blowing through me
tonight
Stirring up old feelings
like so many leaves
swept away by the mayhem
The rage of remembrance
echoes in my mind
tonight
Howling out the hurt
like some poor tortured soul
screaming out in agony
A ghost rises up and mocks me
saying, "I never loved you"
I just said I did
A chill settles in the cold chamber
of my soul
leaving me alone in the dark
That familiar ache returns
burning my chest, my throat, my eyes
One tear slides down my cheek
The last one I swear!
Until ...
you haunt my heart again