Ghosting
I am dreaming of places that breathe no more:
a cemetary of a dying city, and of you.
How is that one can know everything of a person
and then nothing of them at all?
Sometimes at night I still feel your hands
ghosting on my skin, exorcising parts of my heart
I never knew were so essential -
Can someone haunt you while they are still alive?
I suppose you are proof.
This is a funeral slip, the alms I give
to be rid of you; take it
and please let me lay this to rest.