August 3, 2015

letter to an old ghost

Have you heard
I've a boy now
too. Every so often
I hope he's nothing
like you.

Almost nothing.

Have you heard
I've grown up.
I'm old, I say,
and laugh because
I'm not, not yet.

Not really.

Have you heard
I'm cured. Shockingly.
How very dead
it is now, how little any of
it meant, even when

it meant everything.




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