Ghosts

I visited some ghosts recently
Met with them
On bridges
At gates
And through the veil of time
Shivering in the recess
Of memory
I could feel the nerves
Of an old spring night
How intense they were
That the reverberated
And rippled to me
So far in the future

And they made me remember
When I’d thought
That the world
Had made me forget
When everyone
Had tried to convince me away

I’d convinced myself
By drowning in spirits
Different to the spectres that visited me
With their whispers
Trailing with
What if
If only
Were it another way

Sometimes
I wish I could be with them
To let them take me
To be there again
Just once more

And yet
That is why they are ghosts
They are already gone

A poem by Colm Horgan