Take care for who you care for 
For there’s always something taking hold 
The tendrils take on a life of their own 
Once severed from the source 

These affections become their own—Souls
Each one a little ghost 
Thriving inside and can’t be undone
And I’m haunted by the company I keep 

Absence makes attachments grow
It’s the longing for the longing that I long for
Nothing more than an empty space 
A blank page to flood with grace

All the love—the little ghosts
I can’t unlove a single one
Each one so unique 
Made up of such specifics 
A collection of contradictions 
And details distilled in time 
Apparitions that speak so vividly 

The bird casts a heavenly shadow 
Just as the one that looms inside 
For what is I 
If not a collection of little ghosts