Jun 4, 2014
Living Ghosts
Sometimes my brother sleeps over. He has his own key and his own room.
Sometimes I'm awake at 4 in the morning and I hear a car door slam, the front door being opened and footsteps.
Sometimes I'm asleep and in the morning I can't tell if he spent the night or not.
He reminds me of a ghost and that makes me think of you.
The way you moved in and out of my life. I never knew when to expect you or how long I had before you left.
I wonder if all I'll ever have is hope to keep moving forward whether you're here or not.
