Did you know,
my dear, that I
am a realist?
I have no
beliefs, only work
from what I know
is real —
so when you seem so
ghostly, slipping around
as much through me as
near me,
I find it hard to hold on.
I know I should just
stepm back and believe
but instead
I’m floating here staggered
by the possibility
that I am the ghost
in our love, and therefore
unworthy of myself.
Dark Matter 
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