I was staring down the reflection

of an airport ceiling light fixture in the floor

when a sneezer distracted me

oh well who won I queried the wall

Chance is not really because everything

is for something and I saw the faded tee

upon a human chest whose face I didn’t

“We all become ghosts, eventually”

Well, maybe

Do we?

There was this small house missing one wall

I could live there for awhile I thought

I could belong upon this street

but as the light of day slowly slunk away

to some hiding place between sky and tree

A voice announced my flight’s delayed (again)

the spot on the floor remains the same

And the three walled house I thought once

could be mine?

I hesitated thinking about that ghost prediction

so now the rent’s become too high🪶