Haunted by the Past – A Poem
Home again.I am haunted.Not by ghosts,Not by evil,Simply by memoriesOf a place that no longer existsBut surrounds me, in the place I call my hometown.Everywhere I look are the homes where friendsAnd schoolmates And my father‘s coworkers lived.People I knew for the entirety of my childhoodUntil I left MontanaTo find greener pastures.As most adolescents are wont to do.Along with the homesAre all the familiar trappings of my childhood.The house where I grew up.My father‘s first workplace.His later workplace.And a strange…