Voices On The Wind

Occasionally it truly happens.
You hear your name on the wind,
and you fight it.
Wishful thinking,
a guilty conscience,
acoustic tricks,
a psychological aberration?

Recognising the voice
your sane self says ignore it.
If it's the dead calling
you acknowledge their hold,
their place in your memory,
and then let them go.
It seems to satisfy them.

When it's a long-lost friend
you can ignore the prompt,
or reach for the phone,
or pen and paper
and try to reopen contact.

The weeds on the pathway
may have grown too long,
the easy route lost to time.

Occasionally it works.

Gyppo