ghosts.

i see them.

they sit

stand

walk

run

haunt.

i don't know why they're here.

memories keep them, all the experts say.

and i am

sad.

why should they stay when we

humans

are meant to go elsewhere?

all i can think of is death.

is it black?

do we see

or stand

or walk?

no.

we don't.

we aren't.

The End

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