December 2010
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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...