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I never believed in ghosts
Faded figures not alive or dead
Only showing up in photos
When you least expect it
When you weren’t looking for one
When you never wanted to find one
Ghosts will keep you up at night
Reminding you of the soft light of hotel curtains
Reminding you of small curves, covered in blonde fuzz
The first walk with unsure footsteps illuminated by parking lot dimness
Followed with steps through the sand
And the final walk down the stairs, a door slam.
I am haunted by a ghost
It’s all in my head I tell myself
But that same ghost told me
Sometimes reality is better than dreams.
But now I have a hard time telling
What the difference is.
Backseats, Vodka. 