one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

when a ghost from the past revisits

i come back
not exactly to return

i saw a ghost from my past
and he revealed to me so many things
that opened my eyes,
that told me what i already knew

things that pulled that dratted thorn from my back
things that made me nervous
things that excited me

i am relieved
i am troubled
i am uncertain
i am vindicated
i am once again torn

i can choose to pursue and choose to ignore

yet i know so clearly
when a ghost from the past revisits
and touches your face

i can never run away
until i too touch his face
kiss his forehead
and lay him to rest.

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