252/365: Familiar Ghosts

Aidan in shadow 2

I dream that there are ghosts in my apartment.
They lurk, these half-shadowed half-bodies,
hovering at the edges of dark corners.
They are familiar enough
that their names hang near my mouth,
and I have said to more than one of them when awake,
"If I know you, please leave,"
as though they could know me,
as though they could leave.

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