AM I BREATHING MY OWN GHOST?

I somehow knew it would happen -

All those twinkling stars crowding

the sky don't say anything,

its futile trying to count them

and

thinking about the future

is like trying to tell your fortune

with snowflakes.

Its good the moon

changes signs so frequently -

it gives me time to verify

the wreck around me

that used to be my life...

That home, that family, that hope,

Those trampled upon dreams...

There are things 

which vanish from memory

but these aren't some of them.

Am I breathing my own ghost?

~Neera~