Rik George writes

Ghosts Between Us

Ghosts walk between us in the lane, 
hurts we’ve given one another. 
We talk of familiar things we’ve done 
hiding in ordinary matters, 
denying truth, hoping it withers. 
We wrap our hurts in shrouds of chatter. 
We fear to say them would open doors 
to mental rooms where clawed things wait 
to tear our crafted selves to tatters. 
How long will we fill our shared hours 
with idle conversation that floats 
like dandelions on the winds? 
Will brittle patter let us forget? 
Or free the ghosts that haunt our minds?

Ghosts Between Us --  Anthony Duce