It gets lighter with every minute
If you read this probably i'm dead
Talking to you from my grave
Wallowing in my small regrets
Shallow with my hopes and losses.
They linger on the pages of my letters
And letters and letters.
If you read this
Probably I'm dead.
So listen carefully,
Ghost whisperer:
I'm standing right behind you
Looking into these clumsy words
through my thick ghost glasses
Recognizing
Neither pain,
Nor handwriting.