cinema ghosts

On a long enough time line
the past has a habit
of walking back in the door

Seven years is a long time
to count the ghosts of friends
in this shadow of a town
that still pretends to breathe
with all the neon lights
of its heyday

The residents donít smile
with their eyes anymore
and I donít need my mouth to speak
when I never wanted to be here
in the first place
my posture a rejection letter
to this status quo

Today I saw the ghost of your face
and I didnít need to kiss it goodbye
because I donít love you anymore

© Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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