Ghost

I encounter the ghost, from my pre-Covid past
She wants to avoid, her eyes are downcast
Should I let her pass, to proceed on her way
Or do I rake over the coals to remove the grey
From the embers of a fire, that once burned bright 
All through the day and on through the night 
Do I long to replay this, put myself on the rack
Or should I listen to Don singing ‘Never Look Back’
The decision is made, in the blink of an eye
I move on with my life with a soft wistful sigh