Chasing Ghosts 07 Tuesday Oct 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 2 Comments Chasing ghosts That disappear Into thin, spectral, mist. Your breath, Vaporises in the air, And so do you, Out of sight. 51.426513 -0.068684 Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...
Ghosts, yes but I’m not to sure I want to deal with them. at least not the ghosts of the past….
I know what you mean William but I also think that when you have a wonderful wife, like we both do, it makes it easier!