but what is Halloween without my favourite ghost?
I hear your laugh in the dark
down the hall
where we’ve been (when we were)
before
I tried to find you
we were glowing
between the faces of the internet and gods and nightmares
we can be anything
I’d dress as you if only I could find your eyes
sky blue windows to a heart to drown in
if I weren't waiting for the fire
if you were still here
in the valley
holding me like water
when I was yours and what you wanted
when we were
before we weren't
and I don't know what you dressed as
but I know you're beautiful
a month is a burning hill / a waiting room / dead air
the knight cycles home in the dark
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