Watching the ghost fade,
The places change form,
My mind moving yet also lingering.
Flashes before me,
Just below the sunlit sky.
Thinking, letting a past die,
Just leave,
End immediately.
Let me find peace.
The ghost fading, to a mere memory.
To nothing.
I stand here,
Going about my day,
The ghost fading before me,
Hoping for a fade to nothing.
Been more of a mixed day, but I’m okay, work good, my assessments all going well. Don’t really know if this is a storyesque poem or not.