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Am home alone No lights so I write This under the moonlight Sitting at the edge of my balcony Thoughts drown my mind Memories of dead friends Filling my head Its drowning and dehydrating me
And then the moon turns red The stars blink, blink And then go out I get inside Light a candle And I see an image of you, Smiling and inviting me for a hug
I could have been glad to Finally find someone to talk with But the problem is You had died last year
I hear child like chattering And apparently you had come with company Dead company Ghost friends
They say dead men don’t hurt So I turn off my candle Lay me down and ignore You as you play up And down the stairs with your ghost friends
//Alone with ghosts @blue poetry