Footsteps can be reassuring.
especially if you live near
the under edge of the Waikowahi
graveyard. there are ghosts in
new zealand ghosts are words I
never said to you. is that poetry
or just an invisible shadow I felt
as you or your ghost makes footfalls
here there everywhere as i clutch my
duvet too macho to be afraid. too lazy
to get up for a pee. may be in the morning
when your footprints are gone but they
never leave. keeping me awake. a ghost
of a chance is all i have as you have
rendered yourself invisible. a ghost
who walks and calls my name in the middle
of moonless black. I can niether sleep nor
die like your feelings died for me.