Memories of those I hate
Or hated
Still walk into the room some evenings
Looking, somehow, as shocked to see me
As I am angry to see them
Their faces are blurred by time in my poor memory
But where they’re absent in detail
Their energy persists
Vile
I face them in my mind’s eye
Some I may wish healing, from a distance
On others, I wish only death or misery
May they rot
May these phantoms quit me once and for all
And leave me in peace
February 17 – 20, 2025
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