on a one, long table
I watch a story goes;
those finest laughters
weren’t hinted by sorrow,
the smell of my favorite meal,
it makes my stomach grumbling;
how everyone was delighted,
I hope this moment would never end;
but, as I watch them one by one
all I see is a story of ghosts,
of a happy memory that’s long gone
that I kept; I can’t let it go
story of ghosts
joannachse 