I am so sorry. I thought we could make it to the stars.
In the dark
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
Leaving
Sure, it hurt it still hurts but I want you to know that I never held it against you - your walking away.
It’s coming back to me
Another day
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
My dear, I know
I know sometimes it hurts enough just being
Still wondering