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 don’t smile
with their eyes anymore
and I don’t 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 didn’t need to kiss it goodbye
because I don’t love you anymore

© Indie Adams 2014