Ghosts In The Street Poem by Drew Engman

Ghosts In The Street
Luna died as she lived, bored out of her mind
Not that life was that mean, neither was it that kind
There just wasn't a sparkle or a wink in her eye
She never got curious enough to ask why

Then there was Neville, who died of ennui,
Not much to speak of, not much to see
He never figured out what he was after
Vanilla in a plain brown wrapper

If the two of them met, no one ever noticed
If they said any words, they were never quoted
Ghosts in the street riding shotgun to nowhere
They came and went here like they were never there