Ghost

Ghost

Screen doors and rubber hoses still have a hold on me. Summertime with poolside silhouettes still make these shadows move. I see you in coffee cans; a part of my morning roast. On road trips the radio is your playlist. It's sidewalks and storefronts that are part of the stories we shared. They tell me I lost you but I still seem to carry your ghost. Ten years out and you're still married to me. Till death do us part can’t change my heart. It was not the marriage that couldn’t keep us apart but the sound of butterfly kisses on noses and pools filled with rubber hoses. It was our screen door closing for the last time; the sound like the stretch of rubber bands stretching as far as your lifespan. Now I follow you like a ghost. Your last and only final host.

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[Black Zodiac]

Ghosts can haunt or help us. I hope you find a way out. Remember, love, live