Ghosts
Things fall apart
And people disappear
One minute they are there
And the next you are
drinking wine alone at the table
Or raking through 8 years
of memories captured in photographs
And it haunts me
August,
You bring some of the hottest days
of the year
And I returned to America
and fell deep into your fires
And it was pain
Not brief and biting
But long and lonely
But fires melt
Or they can mend
New
That’s what waits for me
as colours change and summer days
become fall’s love of difference
That’s what waits for me in September
Because that’s the only way forward
Even with scars in tow
Returning has always been hard
People move on with or without you
September will be better
“Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.” -Warsan Shire
Odelia Younge 