Dreaming Of Dead People

My dreams are full of dead people
awake they stay uninvited.
They haunt my thoughts,
talk to me,
chatter

about
days gone by.
Happy yesterdays,
long passed never forgotten days.
Childhood memories near and dear,

for all they encompass and bless.
Benign buffoonery with love,
tomfoolery
with laughter.
Mischief

not with
spiteful intent.
Tenderly meant,
carefully folded and put away
to share with ghosts of yesterday.

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