The ghosts still are there.
They hide in plain sight with the biggest smiles.So unthreatening- but they are unrelenting.
I crave to be held like that. To be loved like that. All by him.
This is silly. I'm silly.
If this an adult relationship, why am i so scared of childish things.
He's not mine...
I'm... well... I'm not his...It's all about the damn time. Timing is everything... maybe if I waited.
What I never said anything? What if I just kept my mouth shut?
I wouldnt be here thats for sure...
Or maybe... maybe I would be...
No. Ha. No.
She would still be holding him. And I would still be hopelessly crushing on a man that doesn't know he's incredible.
Why do I feel so bad? Is it because of the ghosts that hold hands?
I should just shut the door- scream "Go away!"
Out of sight out of mind right?
If it was so bad why are the ghosts still stuck in the hallway. Let them go. For my sake.. my selfish selfish sake.
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Just Below the Surface (March 2022)
PoesiaProse and poetry written during March 2022.