On a subway car
riding back home alone
I see versions of you
EVERYWHERE.
None of them
are actually the ghost
I'm in love with,
but it's nice to pretend
that he has temporarily inhabited
the body of that guy
with the stereo headphones on.
If I were to design
the perfect shell
to capture this
elusive ghost,
he would definitely be
a singer with
a love for words.
I wouldn't mind
if he left me alone
and went on a worldwide tour,
I'd just be glad
to hear his real voice
over the telephone.
So please come home soon darling,
I'll promise to not be mad.
Let's resume our life together
as the king and queen
of our universe
and create endless beauty
TOGETHER.
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