words, perchance a song?

for maryann:
[to do as you will, rip it to shreds and begin again if needs be...:)]

I’m looking for a ghost
Waiting to be haunted again
I see the signs
She is close, but never around

Fairy lights and ash trays
Playlist on shuffle, finds her songs
Polka dots, too much salt

I’m looking for the past
Waiting at the corner
I see the bus
It’s going the wrong way

Insomnia and midnight snacks
Bussing a five minute walk
Empire waists, just sitting

I’m looking always looking
Waiting where is she
I see me just me
She cannot, will not, be found.

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