A friendly
ghost of a past
plaintive
wistful
the steam rising from a much enjoyed cup of coffee
a piece of furniture
sat in the corner
a photo of a time
in a frame
something from a different time
bits of our yesterdays
things we carry with us
smooth edges we caress
convincing us
air was easier to breathe
the sun was warmer
and that tomorrow was a stranger best avoided
a cold room we've yet to enter
our past
that familiar coat
warm
snug
taking the chill of today's cold wind away
that comfy fit
our thoughts of yesterday
as your yesterdays feel
to you
like a door you recently shut
the handle still warm from your caress
yet to me
that era was just a week ago
whilst my mine sits in a museum
cold
dusty
things found printed in history books
with black-and-white photos
a different colour entirely
a soft glow
like a dusky summer evening
the pair of us
stood on the same ground
looking backwards at a million different horizons
all of us certain
that was the best of it
time having slipped through both our fingers
but to a different place
where the shadows stretch long
and the golden light dims
we stand shoulder to shoulder
as if; two ghosts to be
waiting for this current hour
to turn into tomorrows good old days
the days we haven’t learned to miss yet
so we leave that door behind us
stepping into the cool
quiet air of now
reaching for the still warm latch
of a tomorrow
we’re finally
ready to meet.
