I watch the dust form along my windowsill. I want to reach through it and grab the moon. If I turned into a ghost I’d haunt your movements. I’d let every shadow linger a little too long until you trip in the darkness. And if you know the answers to the sadness then why don’t you do something about it? It takes guts. It takes falling backwards until you finally learn to brace yourself. It takes believing in ghosts even though you swore they weren’t real. Turn over and let the dust settle. -AMT ©️