Was it easier when we were ghosts ? You don’t read my poems much anymore. I still see you in an iridescent light- I guess ghosts live in you forever. It’s a long way down from the south side of town- I’m glad you don’t live like a stranger these days. I’m trying to fill my mind with graciousness from these moments, but all I can think of is that winter morning. It’s takes and takes and I feel unseen- time keeps passing and it’s motionless in all the wrong ways. When you’re stuck at the same age and the same moment in the same bones that broke you down. Takes time to rebuild – even if you’re trying. Haunt the parts of you that stayed and feel the parts that slipped away stay gone forever. -AMT ©️