I’m watching you,
through a frame that I
can’t explain.
It’s old and dreary,
but I can just make out
your smiling face.
I left a ghost,
returned to find you
in love again
with some youthful creature.
Surprised me not,
but don’t let my memory
fade away.
I am revenant.
Lost you once,
couldn’t abstain from
my demise.
Never left you,
just can’t explain
the
hero’s welcome,
jubilation shouts;
for my hearse draws near
to your retrospective.
Caught up in
some timelines,
fearful
that I will not
make it home.
Drawing me to you
is the lie that made it all
possible,
maybe a dim suggestion,
but we appeal
to our lost and never conscious .
Negatives,
black and white all over again.
Humbling,
Comforting,
the divine is only one thing more.
You read of me,
you kept my picture
and cried for me;
but I was not gone.
You are not alone.
The dead haven’t gone,
we’re waiting in the shadows
for the judgement call.
The terror is
waiting for you in the life you live.
Fret not for the dead.
HG – 2017
Amazing Film Photography by Zosimos
