“Earthly Ghosts” by Vladimir Swirynsky

Some people believe in ghosts,
will live in a house to confront
the departed souls that
are stuck in limbo.
I've driven to the outskirts
of town, parked on the
railroad tracks and
turned the engine off.
The moon not wanting
to be part of the story
nowhere around.
You wanted to know
if the stories were true,
the young couple killed
by a train ten minutes
before midnight.
You wanted the unknown
to show you a hold card,
like in the final seconds
that lovers are embraced
believing in forever.
You wanted to know
if the heart had a purpose.