Ghosts of the past linger in the chambers of my memory.
Like the heavy feel of lanolin staining memories a smudged yellow.
An intervening moment of serendipity removes the hold of bygone days.
Again, my simpatico relationship meaningfully ties me to my abundant present.
*I was given these bolded/highlighted four words during a visit with my bestie. Thank you for the inspiration, Terry!
Originally published 8/15/2018 on I Write Her.