13/30 – Ghosts

To every dead friend and relative scrolled by on my Facebook friends list,

ghosts that linger every time I’m trying to remember someone’s name,

you haunt me in the milliseconds, memories flooding in flashback philosophy,

a somber syllogism of sacred and “sorry,”

unforgotten festivities when the next one rolls around,

sobriquet bittersweet still on the tongue, a talisman locking talon-like on heart string symphonies that speak your name of woeful pitches,

An elegy in digital thumbprints, amber-stuck snapshots of a life cut out,

A testimony of having been here,

Etched into gray clay and alive in my mind.


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