Phantoms of the Military Brat

Ghosts of my past, they lurk here.

This place that used to feel like home.

This place where I laughed, cried, prayed.

I took the same route to school every day,

Through the same entrance gate,

Saw the same friends,

Practiced on the same courts,

Swam in the same pools.

I built a life.

Then, sounds of packing tape and cardboard.

A last day in this life, the gloom of the last day hanging over my head.

Meaningless goodbyes and a night unfulfilled in a once-fulfilling life.

That life fades into the rearview.

Ghosts remain, but only of my memories.