Ghost Named Memory

Ghost Named Memory As I lay in my darkened room there's nothing I can see. Still I hear him calling, this ghost named Memory. Yesterday I told the world today I'll be alright. Secretly I knew somehow that he'd return last night. Whispers in the nighttime as he whispers in my ear. Quietly, so quietly that only I can hear. He tells me lies, tears in my eyes like never will I find love. Only fools believe in dreams and there's no God above. I hold my pillow to my head it's no use from the start. Memory can see through me and whispers to my heart. I try to talk about it and ease my troubled mind. It's like reaching for the wind but there's nothing there to find. So each day I try again still clearly I can see. It's so hard to just believe in a ghost named Memory. Edwin C Hofert