Ghosts 1

Ghosts crowded in

 Around the door

Queueing up


For his return to

Those parts of their lives

He had taken

Not conceding 

their shared ownership

Of those moments

Pointing him 

towards a time to leave

As if he had relinquished that call

In some betrayal of himself

By his refusal

To believe 

in the places

Where they now stood

simply to exist

In abandoning

This place

He was abandoning them all

To a never-being

Ghosts copyright Geoff Francis 2020

Raptors Plight copyright Geoff Francis 2019