Ghost Town

Somewhere distantly traveled

Memories worn and faint

It’s like they are borrowed

Little time left to repaint


Trails that disappear

Lost into the mist

Everybody gone away

As if they don’t exist


An uncomfortable likeness

The streets familiar but blank

Forming a giant question mark

To the mind it seems a prank


Standing on main street

In full view of the ghosts

Specters like Gene Kelly

Swinging on the lampposts


There’s reluctance for these visits

Still you hope for a connection

Thumb through your back pages

There’s a chance of recollection


Like a silent movie of the mind

Dusty images filed to history

Not revisited till the present

Puzzle pieces of life’s mystery





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