What does it mean to love a ghost?

To replace
indifferent shrugs with the warmth of forgotten laughter.
To veil
pale contours of a touch with echoes of tenderness.

To stretch
violet skin, curved up to appease;
To puncture
vermillion screams with grey defeat. 

What does it mean to replace reality with memory?

To turn it over in the empty halls of your mind: to play its dusty melody on repeat and wonder when it was that you replaced loving a ghost
with becoming one.

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This poem was inspired by the one-word prompt, “ghost”.

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