bridges and rhinestones

i went looking

for a ghost in

the edge of it all

looking for a ghost

but found something

else

through the cloying wisteria

down the street where you

used to sleep

at the lakeside

feet in the water

head kissing the

stars

i found something else

still a blur

still a tinge of

blood

memory

and best

of all

the softness of

knowing