It’s hard to look him in the eye.
Ghosted. Can you ghost yourself?
He has looked older. He has felt older.
But…The Dreams of a few years past
have become so much ash in the fire
of living, of madness,
of the Soul, racing at top speed into
a steel pole in the middle of the highway.
There is still a light in the eye,
A nobility in the face,
the ability to stand straight.
The adventure still calls.
Even in the storms of life.