The Ghost
We all woke up one day
and reached for the ghost.
who always used to keep us warm at night.
When a ghost leaves
No one cries.
They fall
Just
A little
Farther
Out of love
With half truths
And shadows.
Taking shape… takes time.
A ghost, can have moments where they seem alive
But it’s you who’s dancing.
The glow of heat in their eyes
Is nothing
But a flickering light.
And it’s supposed to haunt you.
That feeling;
Like putting your hand through smoke.
But ghosts are not like air;
Being haunted weighs you down,
And everybody else
Has to carry them around.
They don’t move easily between dreams
Like you
Who watched your mother’s hands carefully
And learned
You should never trust a ghost
Although sometimes they seem kind
They’re not.
Just
Like the rocks
Who never sing back.
If you leave me in an orchard
My honey will taste like apples
The grass will tickle our fingers
And we will find love together.
