Fall

I never said it was easy
I always knew I couldn't make it in a day
The world is looking through my window
Throwing shadows on the wall
My life is closed
My words forgotten
Mum - there are ghosts after all.

I went to school every morning
I knew the road from and to the iron gates
The dew was dripping off my playground
Using swings I had forgotten
Have I really grown this tall
Mum - there are ghosts after all.

Every house has its story
And every mirror has its favourite little face
That reflects in its perfection
My glass can't seem to recall
I had a coat like that at one point…
Mum - there are ghosts after all.

Thorsten Kaye

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