laughing ghost

it is the laughing ghost
you feel this way about.
he's lovely and jocular
and immaterial.

he's in your kitchen
having honey and chilies
on toast for breakfast.

he's blessed.
he's lost,
but he doesn't care
because he doesn't
need to be anywhere.

he seems to be lonely.
you know you would be.
he's touching,
touched and impalpable.

he reaches in your window,
and he leaves a note of thanks.
sometimes, it's the first
you've heard of his being there.

never let him hurt you.
he can't hurt you.
there's no such thing
as a ghost.

if he tells you anything,
doubt it.
if he says he loves you,
believe him.

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