I am so
sorry.


I thought
we could
make it
to the
stars.

 

I looked you in the eye
and told you
ghosts are not real

even though I know
I have been haunted
for years

even though I know
for a fact
that I was one
once
myself

 

 

Sure, it hurt

it still hurts

but I want you
to know
that I never
held it against you - 

your walking
away.

 

Today my mind is a carnival of trash
all the rides are out of service
there are ragged orphans everywhere
they are digging through the bins
screaming for justice
in a world that has forgotten it

in a world that has grown belligerent

there are men in denim jackets
whose throats shudder in whiskey roars 
they are breaking windshields and
starting fires in the parking lot

please
send
help

 

I know

sometimes
it hurts
enough
just
being