I could write
A poem
Or a short song
But words escape
Through tinny gaps in my soul
I have been drinking lots of coffee
Since I came back
& eating cheese & bread
I think,
I am chasing the aromas
And moods I left behind
On an old continent
Of this world, on the other side
I think & remember
And I breathe back
And it is a little sad
Since I miss you…
Most of the time
But then
I find these pictures of ghosts
And their memories
Irrefutably
Make me smile
