Ghosts

ghosts haunt the halls
in the kitchen, the garden, photographs
there is no escape 
cats long gone appear in doorways
or race along dark hallways
a mother sits at the kitchen table
an uncle surf fishing at the ocean

does the trace of an image linger forever? 
to be recalled by some unspoken voice
when least expected, unexpected, 
un-thought of, unwanted
for years months, weeks, eons
longer

what phantasm beckons them to return? 
a cruel joke of the mind
or an unknown need of the heart
perhaps the will of the ghost
to be seen again
I know naught except the names
of my ghosts

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