Ghostly Presence

Old ghosts haunted me
in a passing morning
just outside of my glimpse.

What a thought I had
in the past I recalled.
Pleasant.
Unpleasant.

I remained stoic
clinging to the present.
The present is
here
in my hand.
Although I could not deny
there was sweet bitter thingy
when those ghosts said hello.

Are you the ghosts?

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