Ghosts

Ghosts are not made of air and white-draped silk.

Ghosts are made of the sleeping shadows under your eyes,

The lipstick stains on unwashed teacups left at the sink,

The bruises - you don’t know where they came from,

The days you spend haunting the house alone and singing,

The inscriptions of lovers on the sidewalk - J hearts M.

The things you love and leave, but think of every time

The train passes that station, or when you see your

Image reflected in your mother’s photo album and

Your father’s book of poems from decades ago.

Yes, ghosts exist - I am one.

Published on tumblr, 2015 - 480 notes.