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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten…
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
When will the ghosts let me go?
Life seems bearable or so we believe.
We move on, they won’t rest in peace.
Waiting, listening, they won’t stand still.
I told them yesterday I was happy, they muffled their laughter.
At night I told them “I’m fine,” they sleep beside me.
Today I told them “I’ve been better,” they grab me by the hand, they crave disaster.
They gave me songs to ease my pain, said it will make it go away,
“but don’t you know these hurt?” I said, “it will only make it worst.”
But still they wouldn’t listen, and at night they fed my missing.
I told them about the living one, they uttered he was half dead.
I replied that it feels better than anyone; I guess that doesn’t matter to them.
Still they gave me sounds to ease the pain; it never made it go away.
When will the ghosts let us go? maybe we will never know.
