The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth

Touching Ghostly Hands

Touching Ghostly Hands

We always laugh about the day we met.
Our eyes locked from across the aisle,
blue-lined seats filled with people
like eggs in a carton.
My face tore back with a ridiculous grin,
as did yours, and it was love,
 right there, on bus 73.

I remember telling myself I had nothing to lose.
We traded names nervous and excitedly,
we never forgot them.
Although my heart was pounding
steadily in my chest,
I was able to produce smooth and open words.

I can still recall the smell of strawberry cigars
that followed you like steam
rising from slippery skin after a hot bath.
My 'Dark Kiss' perfume waltzed,
touching ghostly hands with your cologne.

It had been so long, I remember wanting to cry
just to know how it felt.

You joked that our fights weren’t really fights at all.
A fleeting realization of how silly it was
to argue over things that didn’t matter
would sweep over us abruptly.
You'd call me a silly goose,
before I could begin to call you a goober.
We'd kiss and walk away
from problems that couldn’t catch us. 

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