we are all fragments of ghosts
ones that have touched us
run their frail fingers over our skin
brushed their lips against ours
sent thoughtful mumbled words through our ears.

so when a new ghost finds us
and grips us by our bones
how do we scrape off the souls
of the old?
they linger with us for a while
as a reminder
that although we're looking into a new pair
of eager eyes
full of sentiment
and ready for warmth
what we're experiencing
isn't new at all.