I saw a ghost today,
An ethereal spirit
Of femininity,
Intoxicating confusion,
Dressed in yellow,
With rounded glasses.
In her presence
My heart leapt
Before choking
On its own headrush.
In the end,
I just gave
A half-hearted greeting.
But she continued
To drift on the current
Of the summer wind.
I turned around,
Went home.
Maybe there is something
Beautiful in that. I’m learning
To feel my emotions
And to let them go.
Closure doesn’t exist.
I’ve stopped
Holding on.