Incantations
When it’s quiet like this, I start to wonder if I was the embodiment of a spell that you whispered into the night. Hold it close to my chest and think to myself… who did you anger to have me as your ghost?
I remember we used to joke about alternates, how they loved taunting each other in the mirror. I remember you said to me we are still the same and I wonder if you still think that’s true. If some part of you looks in the mirror every morning and whispers hello to the reflection that’s no longer there. I wonder if you see her out of the corner of your eye and think about those nights in the park when we both came out of nowhere, then walked through the trees like shadows.
How you still hold a piece of her. How she still feels the loss.