Let’s run away together

even though we can’t.

Our lives are like spider webs

now, so love doesn’t matter

the way it used to.


It’s messy because we’re happy

like this –

would we be happy

fleeing in a starlit night?

Romance isn’t dead

it just isn’t like this.


We both have everything

we want, except

each other

and I wonder

these ghosts of love beside me…

are yours poltergeists too?