I Know

Your dreams are old.
You know you know.
That’s why the ghosts
Show as young folks

A third your age
You used to know.
That’s why you fall
In love with those,

Love’s old scraps now
That have to go—
The soul you knew,
A face you don’t,

A dent in snow,
Sky like a hole.
You’re their ghost now.
You know you know.