Haunted Holidays

—Ry Rose

We all have those who haunt us

I can see them over your shoulders

You can see one still in me smolders

Those who left

Lost to death

But we have each other now

And I see behind

Your eyes

Those who have left us behind

Are deeply in our psychologies

But only ever existed in phenomenology

And so are still embedded

Wherever we are headed

Seen perhaps only in our nighttime journeys

Such a bittersweet, beautiful hurting

Am I grateful?

No, but neither hateful

I am simply what you are

Someone by another haunted