May 26, 2010
By Anonymous

She doesn’t believe
Why should she
The life she’s lived
Nothing to believe in

She’s always been alone
Just her and her ghosts
She believes in the wraiths
The specters of past

But the ghosts are not truly there
Nor is she
She is alone
And she doesn’t believe

I reach out to her
My hand feels at nothing
Just grasps at air
She isn’t there

But I believe in her
And she isn’t there
She is nothing, a ghost to me
Like her ghosts to her

If I believe in her
And she is a nothing
Do we believe the same
Like she, do I not believe?

The author's comments:
My thoughts on paper.

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