“crossing over”

you are my ghost

to lose you would be like the moon falling far away into space
suddenly
as though it were spontaneously too heavy to float
in nothing-ness of dark night any longer

well, i know i have lost you
cos you only cry, now, when you look at my face
but we never speak about anything
at all

everything between us is silent
though i never could stop talking
[every word a confession]

you did me the favor of pretending i was not
a transparent figure watching from the corner of your room

they call it “passing on” or “crossing over”
or something like that
and now i’m falling from the sky like a too-heavy moon
that has faced the truth: i will never be your lover,
i am but an inconvenient poltergeist that looms
in the gravity that was never bloomed

you are my ghoul
and i am a fool for believing i was still alive to you

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