Walking with Ghosts

A goodnight kiss was robbed of all its passion
spoken under a broken streetlight.
Angie held my hand as we strolled among the dead
like we did when we wanted a scare.
We danced with ghosts of the broken-hearted
as they guided us through the cemetery.
Love and life are priceless.
So we spent it wisely,
having sex in her dead neighbor’s car.
She fucked me to death,
and now, I don’t know where I am.

(© 2022 AC)

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