The Ghost

The ghost speaks to me. He tells me good news. The ghost knows no trouble; the ghost feels no pain.

I stare at the ghost. He looks solid but he can’t possibly be real.

I’m in Queens? That is what you told me. I’m beginning to realize something about that interesting place. It’s only ten minutes away but my dreams of it seem so distant now.

But the ghost smiles and tells me its okay.

I cry. I never understood a friendship until it was gone.

I had trouble trusting.



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