From our many moves and travels,
we are haunted by hundreds of people.
Occasionally you’ll say, “I wonder
how what’s-his-name is doing,
the one with the bright green eyes.”
I can picture him and his family
and I calculate how old
their kids would be now.
The pastor with all those boys.
The old man with the sense of humor.
The funny lady who played the piano.
I wonder if we wander about in their thoughts
like they do ours. I hope it’s a good haunting,
and not like the phantoms of horror flicks.