ghost writing

i wanted to say more

i wanted to shut the window before you’re last flight

to have one more fight

to let knuckles run red-

say everything

you’re already gone.

weren’t much of a boxer anyway,

wrote a thousand words and sent none

like treasure it sunk to the bottom of the ocean

we can go one day,

when the water isn’t so cold

that our skin falls off our bones.

write another thousand words

than wait