Ghost of the Past

I saw a ghost today,

A spectre from my past,

The one that got away,

A die that’s long been cast.

A modern Aphrodite,

With ethereal grace,

I once dreamt of her nightly,

Her pretty porcelain face

That defies the sands of time,

And stays forever youthful,

A woman in her prime,

My eyes cannot be truthful.

I smile and she walks on,

Without a second look,

Here one minute then she’s gone,

Like a page turned in a book

Or a leaf blown in the breeze,

That once fell from a tree,

A fugitive that flees

To once again feel free.

An inconsequential act,

In this pointless play that’s life,

Exit Left with pride intact,

I go home to see my wife.

And I spare her no more thoughts,

I forget about that ghost-

That big fish that I once caught,

The one I used to want the most.