Letting Go of the Ghosts

~ Bill Friday

Minding your own business. All’s quiet. There’s a noise in the room… you think. Or maybe it’s just in your head. Yeah, it’s in your head.

It’s always been in your head. Where the ghosts live.

Start. Stop. Start again. Stop some more.

It gets old fast.

Writing. Not writing. Writing again. Not writing some more.

It gets old fast. I got old fast. So did the ghosts. Except ghosts stay the same as they were before they were ghosts. The memories of them, unchanged, from when they were new.

And the worst thing is, they aren’t even there.

Start. Don’t stop.

Writing. Writing again.

Letting go of the ghosts.

 

©️2020 William S. Friday

Published by Bill Friday

Beard wearer. Bicycle rider. Forklift enthusiast. Audiobook narrator. Publisher. A poet by necessity. My next book arrives near the end of... well, that’s a great big I DON’T KNOW right now. I've written two full-length books of poetry, A Death on Skunk Street and Between Love and Orgasms, both published by Hostile 17 Print, a division of Silver Star Laboratory. I live near the Pacific Ocean in Long Beach, California.

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