Yesterday's loves will linger.
Greeting you in unexpected ways.
A passing memory, an old photograph,
A sound, a smell, a stranger on the street.
Remaining long past the passion.
Ghosts thought locked away
in the backrooms of the past.
Like forgotten books on neglected dusty shelves,
they lie in wait hidden in the recesses of our souls.
Until rediscovered, dusted off and remembered,
in the silence of a sleepless, dreamless night.
