Long After I Died

Ghosts

Sometimes ghosts don't know that they're dead

His stuff was still here

We were still here

But he was not

Out of place amongst the stuff he left behind

So many things he left

Things he couldn't bear to throw away

But couldn't keep either

His ghosts, I thought

The more time passed

The more evident it became

I was living in his ghost town

Sometimes ghosts don't know that they're dead

I wasn't out of place

Because it hadn't occurred to me

That I was a ghost, too

And then my heart dropped

Because I hadn't even known

We were dying

Until long after I was already his ghost