I fix a strong cup of coffee to think of what I saw last night. I wonder if it was a dream or if it was real. It sure felt real.
I saw him. John.
And then I saw her. Linda.
I'm so lacking control.
Why are they haunting me?
I loved them both, but they both left me.
I can't tell my kids, that I see dead people, they'll think I'm loonier than when I married Heather.
But I saw them.
I see the ghost's of my past.
I can only wonder what it means.