Ghostly Footprints of the Past

There are ghostly foot prints of the past. Graves not visited and no farewells. Not knowing the resting place to say goodbye . There is nothing to cling to, no special item to put in a treasure chest. Memories faded like pencil on paper. There is ghostly foot prints of the past and shady faces of reality long lost Image of little hands Clinging to a toy bear. There was letters, but that is gone, Lost years... If there was a map to where you rest, With so many questions and the tortured mind of never knowing the answers. Unfinished business of the living and the dead can't speak. I will have a glass jar filled with crave sand. That is all you ever was, A memory like a faded dream In a glass jar, some where thats no where. Locked in a box.