Ghost of Christmas Past
First ghost was his wife,
to whom he was sworn,
fading, thin, bandaged,
in the far northern city.
tubed in another world or no world.
Nurses and social worker
urged him to chose life.
But the deep promises linger,
in pictures with cheery captions
from his children.
He tosses in bed
and lets the quilt
slide off his legs.
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