The Ghost In The Glass Poem by Nigel Chinwadzimba

I sit within a tavern where joy and sorrow intertwine, Each soul pursuing solace, each burden kept inside. Some drink to drown their troubles; some chase dreams yet to unfold, Whilst others mourn the promises they once believed would hold.

I observe the room as Holmes might study a crime, Yet reason offers little when the culprit is time. For every laugh, each passing song, each shadow in the light, Awakens memories of you that haunt me through the night.

I have tried to bury the past, to let old wounds depart, But scars, it seems, have longer memories than the heart. Other doors may open, and new affections may be true, Yet none can promise what I found, however briefly, in you.

Perhaps the cruelest mystery a man may ever face Is knowing what his heart desired, then losing its embrace.