i don’t believe in ghost
but i see them.
scared if i say hi,
i won’t go back to the real world.
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i don’t believe in ghost
but i see them.
scared if i say hi,
i won’t go back to the real world.
i remember
the day you became a ghost
an walked through me
i wonder what you think of me
if you think at all
if you wave white flags for surrender
or who you pray to
if culture was the start-
was that you?
you’ve been on my mind
debating to see if you can see me
a little different
not ready for that conversation but
i can see it going there
when i am ready we will
maybe
i can remember everything
but what you look like
the two dollar dates
photos by the bookstore
lunchable picnics
i remember being there
just not with a ghost