Haunted as surely as any fallow field
Where deaths occurred, millennia ago
By memories and things that once were
Possibilities discovered and taken away
Feelings wrapped around me like a
Spectral mist rising from the cold ground
Only to evaporate into bleak nothing yet
Lingering within, unable to fully dissipate
Haunted by music, by scenes, by small items
Strewn about my life and apartment and mind
Detritus of what is no longer and likely never to be
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