This city is filled with ghosts

they laugh on patios, you can see

the foot prints, the paths

they walked like glowing pebbles in the moonlight.

This melody is filled with ghosts

they join you in the dance, the steps

you have traced over until you are at the corner

of a street you do not remember walking,

absentmindedly losing the choreography.

This life is filled with ghosts.

they come into your house and make coffee.

they gaze too long at your mortality

until you wish your body

was so transparent

as the stories you have walked through

their pieces strewn across the blocks,

the song, the walls.