Morning thoughts…

What do ghosts give up?

It’s still dark at 4:30
and only August

I have no imagination

That happened
yet I never saw it coming

That also happened
I saw it coming

Instead of leaving
I let it happen

or I made it happen
for/to both of us

Is it right
to feel bad about it now?

I have never come up with
my own joke

not even one to tell the ghosts
that are still here

(2 August 2016)