Everywhere I go,
I am surrounded by ghosts.
They are very lonely, like me,
Accompanying me wherever I am.
I do not want them too, they sadden me,
Contrasted with the flesh and blood walking by.
Old friends I have not seen in years,
Walking down familiar streets,
They hang out every window,
and shout from every street corner
Calling my name
In every neighborhood I once lived..
They do not age.
They are the same as when I knew them years ago.
Of this, I am sure
I know that they are really ther.
Because it is I who live, with them, in the past....
John Tansey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-live-with-ghosts-2/
