I have talked my ghosts back into their corners,
into the place of darkness--
That old place that I used to live
Isn’t there any more
But in my mind’s eye I still see the skeletal remains
And I long for the days that no longer exist.
I can still remember that long dirt road that led to home
And it’s not there any more.
Overgrown by vine and vegetation.
Yet clear in my memory.
It is a road that leads to me.