GHOSTS
Our words have become ghosts.
Invisible. Unspoken.
Into thin air they float
Conversation almost nonexistent
Fuck dialogue! This is my monologue.
A one-woman showcase, where I role play
Who I could have been and who I should be
Just like the moon and sun, our positions have shifted
Just like the tide, our feelings have drifted
Only time can tell if we’ll cross paths again
But I think it’s rather obvious
We can’t be friends…
—S to the…
I wrote this just because…
