Poetry · Writing

Ghost With a Pen

a charade funeral

just to see if anyone would

show.

validation that time well spent was

well-

well enough to leave timed marking on the Earth

and few cheap roses.

he’ll stand in the back-

in zero eyes

and he’ll watch.

some close-

some making appearances to say they came to clear an unclear conscious-

only to go home and finish the bottle they’ve been working on

since the sun rose.

a couple of lovers- a few that brought their new children

a few that remember the good times

a few that wish they never stopped.

a brother who couldn’t keep it together

he still carries around the toy guitar key chain he got on Christmas-

tight in a clutch today.

he’ll make note of those that didn’t show

those that couldn’t say goodbye

those strong enough too-

a ghost with a pen.

the service was garbage-

but no one cared-

they cried with a memory in their mind

and words they never spoke in their heart.

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