ghost

was mine ever mine, same as yours, was it stolen when I wasn't looking was it you that passed me that day, when I thought the world is over mother never lied, yet she liked the honest, as if she weren't, was she? perhaps you asked the wrong, wrong, deadly wrong, ghostly I heard a scream of the quiet as if it were mine, as if my mouth was their ears they took it, early and easy while mother was still bathing in cold milk dad has cried, and I knew, beacuse of you, he was not mine but I was his who was mine if it weren't for me, those loud ghost on the shore mother and dad they left, me or them, house or time, I wish you are evil, you eat and chew but never gulp, never spit, I could never see your lips I had been blind but for you, sleeping thightly not to hear you escaped, for who, I couldn't see what you told so I stood, silently my mom died and when she turned around I dig a grave for my father chattering of the theet made you sick, still I was the one who threw up was you mine or was I yours, did I ever, ever see the one who swam and took me