Dissolving Into Ghost
At dinnertime,
I softly gaze out the window
Into the evening turning black.
I eat my food slowly
And never turn backwards
To let my eyes
Roam into the lonely bedroom.
I’ve spent years alone
Dissolving into ghost;
I don’t want to see a book
Resting at the head of the bed
Where once a woman slept.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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