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.

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