RELATIONSHIP Poem: haunted house, by Olivia Laughlin

yesterday
I found your ghost dancing in the living room
spent an hour scrubbing your silhouette off the walls
un-hinging your hands from my waist
I watched myself cry in the mirror
I closed the door behind me
I said goodbye through the peephole
I knew there was no one on the other side
I know you were never made of the same material as me
so you wouldn’t understand the poems that turned splint to keep me moving on
yesterday
I found your ghost dancing in the living room
and this time i did not shun the stereo
I did not chase your tread marks
I let myself cry about the man you never were
I made sure I knew I was missing a fallacy
I am tired of mourning you
the way Neptune dreams of bathing in sunlight
I am tired of falling in love with the ghosts on the wall
and following them into the dark
so I let you dance until you get tired
until your memory is no longer a heavy thing
just a moment in time
the sun slowly tore the truth out of

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