even when the music's gone

[heartequals]

I remember you said,
"don't leave me here alone."
But all that's dead and gone and past tonight.


Just close your eyes,
the sun is going down.
You'll be all right,
no one can hurt you now;




Ghostology -- Rebecca Lindenberg

The whistler's
inhale,

the white space
between is

and not
or after a question,

a pause. Nothing
isn't song:
a leaf hatching
from its green shell,

frost whorling
across a windshield,

an open door
opening




come morning light,
you and I'll be safe and sound.

--
we're not ghosts yet