Ghosts

An empty room filled with everyone you've ever loved.

Their ghosts float in limbo, waiting to be awoken.

Who will you raise from the dead first?

Your first love or your latest heartbreak?

Do you hug your first-grade teacher or that summer fling from years past?

Anxious air looms over the great hall;

There are far too many choices.

To be so lucky

that this room is overcrowded,

packed with ghostly figures of love.

A soft breeze runs against your leg

and the tough choice you've been dreading

has been decided for you.

The plush orange fur, a feeling you've missed,

wraps around your ankle.

Oh, how I've missed you, says the little cat.

This room is far too stuffy, let's lie in the sun.

One last glance at the apparitions of your life,

Lead the way, you say, as you turn and follow.