the ghost of you
lies in the cracks of our conversations,
names here and there but never solidified.

your memory is scattered between unspoken topics,
as each member dissolves ties
to the forbidden word, phrase, existence.

don’t worry; you remain safe in the crevices of hushed whisers,
only emerging at the slipping of tongues.
you are here, and there, but you are also not.

Image courtesy of Kristina Flour