what if
all the ghosts
of your severed
relationships
got together
in one room?
it would be
a pretty big
room.
a pretty
big ship.
getting bigger
by the minute.
the ship
of ghosts
of
relationships
past.
can
i climb
aboard;
or
watch
from
afar
as they
stand at
the rails
calling out
or not.
their
mouths
moving
but i cannot
hear them.
gosh;
ppl you
were so so close to
so close
that you
could feel
the hot breath
of their
beating
heart-soul
energy
as
you
blew yours
for
that
moment in
time
until the
passing sun
or moon
as the case
may be
intervened
lighting
things
just a
bit differently
or, as
science
tells us,
the sun doesn't move
so perhaps
my motion
my spinning
relative to
other
bodies in
motion
shed new light
new shadows
i love
those ghosts
ghosts
though
they
may be.
i love
that
ghost ship
and i
ride on
many others
i'm sure
at the rail
gazing out
rolling, softly
on the
sometimes
tempestuous
sea.
