Two Straws

poems + pictures + music

i can only imagine
how you must turn
silently in your sleep
with your arms stretched
out for the ghost of the body
that haunts your bookshelf,
on afternoons like this
where the rain slowly
falls in puddles,
yours is the saddest
thought i can think of,
for all this distance
all this soil
all this weather
i want to be
your ghost. 

  1. recognizingthevoiceless reblogged this from jadamwhite and added:
    Antoinette’s Note: We...have a ghost. I could nearly feel mine sitting next
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    Rachael’s Note: This...haunting…heartfelt. I love it.
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