Collage of Memory

My mind is glue and magazines

A collage of memory.

I can't help but live in the past.

Thinking of mountains I didn't climb.

And how you never answered me back.

Ghosted.

Then gone.

I've been a ghost so often.

Fading into walls.

Unnoticed.

Sometimes I think about the future.

Planting ghosts before they're even gone.

My present is just auto pilot.

Can't glue it down.

Can't decide on the right images or words.

Days are too fast.

I can't help but live in the past.