THERE ARE GHOSTS HERE

There are ghosts here;
haunting the rooms and doorways,
with your face.

Your laugh.
Your smile.
Your silly twirl in the kitchen,
And the way you liked to pull on
stray strands of my hair.

I hear the haunting melody
of drawn out flute notes,
that are just figments of my imagination,
along with the piano chords
of you playing a fugue with me.

I stare at my flute,
the traitor.

I thought we had both agreed
to leave you in the past.

Copyright ©2011 Ashi Shadow -- June 26th 2011.
Inspired by feelings of Katie while listening to a part of the song Guzarish from Ghajini.
Specifically, the instrumental part around 140 seconds that sounds similar to some native american trance music.
"We" in 2nd last line is me and flute, "you" is Katie (or rather, fictional woman).

Memory's ghost poem:
http://authspot.com/poetry/memorys-ghost/

Yes,

What ghosts do exist behind your attic walls?

I peel away the yellowed wall paper to find

The remnants of lead based paint and a splintered

Paneled heart that isn’t mine; to hold

And what becomes of the renovated halls?

While the wind whistles and with ghastly calls

Teases and taunts lost hearted men of my kind

Until surrender becomes the cinderblock that tears me apart

And in time engenders my foolish soul

Copyright ©2010 by jerry. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved