Asleep during a sailor’s warning,
Faces and voices playback in my head
Memories pass through me with the wind
As ghosts gather around my bed.
I remember friends who called me,
On that once annoying telephone,
Voices fallen now silent forever
Having left this seaside home.
I sometimes think about my losses,
Pulling the covers over my head,
Then using the beam of a flashlight,
Starting a book I’ve never read.
Once the gale flag warnings were lowered,
The town seemed safe and looked the same…
I’m happy to still have my neighbors;
The people who remember my name.
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