What is at times a friendly ghost
a paper cut out,
a template of letters I spell out of frame,
suddenly turns into a demon
puppeteering my hand
alas, my words don’t look the same.
I try to exorcise you in vain
my casting you out
turns into prayers and hymns,
the love twin to pain
I no longer recognize the You in I
I do not know where I end
nor where you begin
I no longer distinguish
between our heartbeats.