Poetry

84. a secret, a window, a ghost

 keep your window open, darlin'

keep your window open, darlin’

this is the secret
that is the essence of us:

I never closed my window that winter
because I was sane enough to know that ghosts
cannot ring doorbells,
but naive enough to believe
that they exist

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