Best Ghost

Wherefore in my dreams
Parsing out and making sense of my disobedience days
Moving at wrong hours through constructs of old, breath held, so as to remain unnoticed
Down hallways, past ghosts that do not think they’ll remember me this time around
All the while wishing for my new best friend,
I look for you
Find you perhaps
Then lose you again, for certain?

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