The ghosts we share life with……

I called today just to see your face, drove straight to your door like I did many yesterday’s before
I looked at your door and gripped the wheel, why did I visit, your no longer here. We talked in the past, we didn’t say much but whenever we did we said what meant most. I could be honest, I had nothing to lose, whatever we said was ours, no one else’s. Words of truth, said how it was. Honesty being the best policy like a confession spoke behind net curtains, the following conversations spoken to slacken the load. Words pour without conviction, the following ten minutes your hearts on the table. If I could stretch out my arm and reach for the stars. I’d hold you and feel just for a second the love that I felt the last time I held you.

I’ll never forget the last time I saw you, that image is etched into life changing moments. The times we look back on, the smiles we remember, the stories we tell like reading a journal. It’s times like these we lived in that moment, a memory like the ghosts we share life with.

Published by Lee David Wright

Hi there, I'm Lee, I live in the UK in a small town called Blackburn. If I'm not working in the steel industry or training in karate, I'm out walking and taking pictures. I love taking photos and making them beautiful. I have struggled with depression and anxiety for a very long time. My writing run alongside my issues,  personal pitfalls, and experiences through life. Some experiences sad, some dark, but always honest. I treat my writing as my personal therapist., letting my thoughts out in words. This releases my inner demons and settles my personal head space.

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