A Christmas Tale
Tonight, I saw a ghost. He was very polite, and greeted me when I intruded. Tonight, my face fell pale When I realized I could barely contain myself. Tonight, I saw a ghost, he treated me like a stranger. His eyes cut into me, a familiar happydagger. I deserved it, tonight, and I should have seen it coming That tonight, on Christmas eve, I’d spend my whole night sobbing.
Since we've stopped talking
Or rather you’ve stopped talking to me, I have: Started smoking again. I know you hate it. If you were listening, I’d say sorry. Not made a serious art piece. I can’t. If you were here (or I there), I’d see more in the world than this. Lacked any enthusiasm for any endeavor I’ve taken on. I’m stuck. You’re out of this hole. Stopped believing in real...