Friends

I know it would be wise to move away;
I know that it is only fools who stay,
Surrounded by the things that hurt them most.
There is no room that does not hold a ghost,
No chair that has not known your easy grace,No mirror that does not send back your face;
No garden path but knew your eager feet;
No rose that blooms but bloomed for you more sweet.

I should be wise; I should be moving on;
But even ghosts are friends when love has gone.