I answer the call
knowing
your voice will rattle through me.
walk into my outer skin
like a ghost haunting this house.
I knew you would penetrate,
stabbing as you do,
not in intent
but in essence.
I cannot near you.
I must leave you graveside –
last dirt tossed
on tomb stone engraved
with your name and mine.
I hope you stay bound
to this graveyard.
making a home
amongst the midnight flowers.
dancing on the soft grass.
in the fog of your heart
find peace.
but I am not of ghosts.
I am of the living
and as I leave I look back
hoping
you’re not following
back through
cemetery gates.
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