whom we leave behind

[word_eyes]

Ghosts knock every now and then

the spirits of forgotten friends

gathered at your doorstep

but never invited in.

You feel the patterns of their breath

as hair rises from your neck

they watch you closely knowing

you could never speak again.

[Peredhil]

Oh my.

 

I feel this one. So many have gone, while some have just grown away.

 

Short but just right.