Are you home long enough to care
Reading letters sent from dead people
There is still some perfume haunting
In the apartment
Carelessly I undress
Unaware of the ghost
Lingering in my nostrils
Analyzing my bare
Ribcage
Early morning sun blinks
Xerox bright copies
Pumping motionless day
Eerily distant like
Radiance without glow
Indifferent mornings
Existing without the same grudge
Now we can be better
Can believe in our love
Exalted from our histories
