There are people i remember,
Then those
I have forgotten
Until i see their
Face.
And memories return
But not the same memories
They recall;
And i think
Isn’t that odd
What means the most?
Some are ghosts
And some still wander here with feet upon
This earth.
I am left pondering
As they walk away;
Until
Thunder startles
Me.
And i remember
There are things I have left undone.