Ghosts 4/9/12

Remembering better times as we sit down at the table, ghosts from our pasts remain.

Bittersweet the realization of the present we can’t go back again.

Knowing things aren’t the same and time goes much too fast.

Can’t change what is here now.

How it just won’t last.

Like a flicker of light here and now a spark remains behind.

But to keep it lit we have to remember the memories
for all time.