Ghost Cards Poem by Chloe Lubinska

Nobody can see
The ghosts left behind
Raw red knuckles
And dark whisky lines

They stand in the corner
And say they're alone
As night takes over
Their words turn to stone

While the absent light
May be an avail
The silence of sound
Makes vitality stale

You pick up the phone
And whisper the show
Of silent ghosts
In silent homes

Words are rotten
Syllables die
Closed like windows
And opened with eyes

Future thoughts
And future things
Forgotten again
When the song bird sings

Songs of peace
In darkened dusk
Reveal a crow
In the ghost of a dove