*Scary!! Love or Ghost ?*
Even if I know how it ends,
I still pick our story
From the upper shelf on the right.
Turning those pale pages
I recall how it all happened;
How we were in love.
Read so many times,
I know it word by word.
as if I am a blind man,
the book written in Braille.
I know how exactly it start
And why exactly it ends.
When I was a kid,
I believed in ghosts.
All scared I hugged my grandfather.
His face full of wrinkles,
said,
Everything that’s real
ends.
Ghost, if real will end too
And If not,
it’s imaginary.
You don’t have to be scared at all.
You don’t have to live in fear.
Lessons were learnt,
Everything that’s real
eventually ends.
Maybe that’s why it ended too.
Our story
because it was real.
That’s what keeps me going,
That’s why I still find these dead
Dried-off roses
in the pages.
All dead,
All real.
Lessons were learnt,
Everything that’s real
eventually ends.
And I,
I should not be scared of ghosts,
but things that are real.
Because they haunt you more
than what ghosts are capable of.
Kels D’Poet
