The Week of Memories

You appeared between
the newly painted walls
of abnormality;
the ghost of happiness,
has your smile

You lounged amongst
the cushions on the couch
of discomfort;
the ghost of joy
has your eyes

You laughed among
the leaves that reached
across the fence;
the ghost of peace
has your voice

You floated in the empty
streets, now slow
as I lean against the window;
the ghost of love
speaks your name

© Tanya Southey