Why don’t you
just step outside
I’ve been waiting
all night, tonight
and through all those
sweaty August nights
kinda feels like you’re
a product of my imagination,
some days
kinda feels like you’re
a ghost love
so palpable yet,
so impossible to prove
you’re my ghost
you just floated through
these walls I put up
Now here you are,
on the other side –
did I let you in?
should I Ouija board it?
Where the hell am I
why are we here?
Drafted July 15, 2021