More ghosts

I’m in a small town in Iowa. It’s past midnight. I smoke a cigarette on the porch and watch drizzling rain coat the bushes and grass. Then write this.

There’s ghosts out this way too. I go through these cycles where ghosts seem more real than people. I yearn for a love who won’t turn into a ghost.

She stepped from the shadows. I wanted her. When we were together, I had dreams about searching for her. When I discovered her, she disappeared. My search for her would start anew. Of course, I knew that from the start. My fate was obvious to one and all, even me.

Published in: on September 14, 2008 at 12:41 am  Leave a Comment  

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