Jeff Scott Lane
Nothing Left Here but the Ghost
End of last week the dumpster
was dropped in the driveway
The driveway had been empty
but their kids’ car on the street
With a weekend gone
the dumpster now full
The model railway and town torn
down and its pieces discarded
But the empty chair in the
basement where he once
sat with the controls in
hand now an empty shell
The empty bed upstairs
would be the next to go
The smell from food spoiled
while he was in the hospital
The smudge of the hand
print on the window over-
looking the lake lingering
like the breath he was
unable to take during
those last days here
Reflections in mirrors and
the well-polished surfaces
capture the photos on the
walls telling stories of the
times gone by and people
that were no longer there
Those ghosts he lived
alone with for years
Now
Nothing left
here but the
ghost
—Submitted on 06/13/2020
Jeff Scott Lane has a BFA in the study of graphic design from for Virginia Commonwealth University. His art has been mostly in the form of graphic design, photography, music, writing, block printing, and video, but will work with the medium that best suits the project. He has recently had collage work published in High Shelf and photography in The Esthetic Apostle.
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