ghost stories

The last day we met

my dog barked senselessly,

ears back,

baring teeth.

 

Sometimes I still

catch the dog

barking at your shadow.

 

I can’t help but wonder if she can see

your ghost

the same way

I do.

 

Forgive me.

I don’t break,

 

I shatter.

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