Soliloquy

They have started to come, this time in pairs
It’s hard to tell how many of them
Following me inside this room for squares
Listen to me before you condemn
A warm day, a windy breeze blowing past
Sweeping away a fortune amassed.

These shadows tell me stories I have ignored
Living within a house of cards
Do you remember when this feeling soared
Life inside those twenty-two yards
Faces from my past come up and say hello
As if those lights are still aglow.

These raindrops on my window tell nasty tales
They’re glued to dust and grime
The paper skin on which my heart now sails
Is telling me that it’s about time
Time I encounter my ghosts and lay them bare
But it’s not just me who they scare.