I'll write you a postcard. I'll send you the news
from the house down the road from real love.
- Stars, "Your Ex-Lover is Dead"
It's an awkward situation. I can't just leave -- that would be rude -- but nobody seems to notice I am here.
So bravely I come up to you and take my leave and it's only then that it's confirmed -- I am invisible. I am dead. I am ghost.
Still I am intent on saying goodbye to you, my lost beloved. (Yes, by now I realize it's not me who's lost. It's you.) I search madly for a pen and a piece of paper where I try, in my best penmanship, to write a goodbye from a ghost.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
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