Today, I choose to muse.
Remember those we loved, who lived,
and those we love, who live.
Today, I wander and ponder.
Take a stroll down Memory Lane,
use clichés to underplay the pain.
Today, I’m cold; controlled.
Lost heat from a listless heart.
Chapter closed, page turned, restart.
Today, I try to cry;
feeling I should make the tears flow.
Let it all go to let go.
Today, I’m free to be.
Whilst others play host to their ghosts,
mine return to their rightful posts.