Dear ghost,
Let me write so that it lingers.
When the noon left and when it was only she and I, we absently went inside a bus while talking about all those frivolous things that I would regret about later. We talked and talked as the city bus passed all those building that lined up beside the asphalt road. But when it was time for us to go to a house that was not ours, we laughed and sat back down and went round the lost city. It was our city but it was not our home. But still it was ours. It was hers. It was mine and we went round it. Talking about all those things we missed out about each other. On the last round, you turned towards me and said that it would be so much better if we had men to accompany us. I said, "why?" As you blinked, you smiled and continued as if you never uttered those words. That's when I remembered, we were different. You needed man but i did not want them. It is on lonely nights I crave them. While you, my lovely friend found joy in their presence. But heed, this can be a joy too.
Even so, with you, I went round the town and knew all that it was. It was all so big and oh so small. It was unknown and unexplored.
Yours but not yours