Ghosts

 

Do you believe in ghosts

she asked

not looking at me

but drawing out lazy circles

from the condensation

of her now-empty glass

Do you mean ghosts that appear 

in front of you

at the foot of your bed

wordlessly demanding answers

or the kind that attach themselves to your soul

Haunting you 

with longing 

and regret

for the past they alone inhabit

I suspect she could not answer me

any more than I could answer her

as she continued to stare at her fingers

tracing circles in the non-existent  culaccino 

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