What do You Want from Me?

Ghosts
Threaten to haunt
My tired heart.

Homeless ghosts
Wandering
This earth
With the sorrow
Of things undone.

They come a long way from the past
Willing to bring news
In which I take no interest at all.

Stealthily,
They adopt the shape of memories,
A song, a smell.

They think they can be stronger.
But they are not.