mimesis
klarity
Why
.
It
hurts
to
hear
those
words
.
It
was
much
easier
,
sometimes
to
just
forget
about
the
weak
connection
,
that
I
made
,
up
in
my
head
.
So
he
is
untouched
.
Doesn't
matter
anymore
.
All
I
had
with
him
was
untouched
.
But
being
me
,
I
couldn't
touch
.
I
wanted
to
believe
the
ghost
.
I
wanted
that
ghost
on
my
shoulder
to
touch
by
looking
me
in
the
face
.
I
wanted
the
ghost
to
sit
from
afar
and
admire
.
And
I
wanted
to
say
that
the
ghost
was
mine
.
That
would
be
gorgeous
.
And
I
wanted
to
feel
talented
and
pretty
and
strong
.
I
latched
to
that
ghost
on
my
shoulder
.
And
opened
my
eyes
for
a
second
.
And
I
saw
him
watching
me
.
I
somehow
blended
the
ghost's
likeness
with
his
.
Wrong
.
The
ghost
doesn't
fit
his
face
,
even
though
I
called
his
name
when
it
appeared.
The
ghost
is
not
there
now
.
It's
just
a
bright
hot
morning
with
the
sound
of
people
getting
on
with
their
day
.
The
ghost
is
not
mine
.
He
is
not
the
ghost
.
Mistaken
again
.
Why
.
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who
go
blather
from