ghosts


thunder and rain
on a warm summer night

alone in my apartment
always alone

alone in so many ways

I mostly remember my father
and hate him

then sometimes I forgive him
and hate myself

did you ever wonder
what the rain
thinks
when it’s falling?

there’s ghosts wandering
the playgrounds
under the night-rain
wishing the moon
and the stars were out
so they could remember the past
too.