I come home and you
haunt her chair.
Gone on to forever,
are you her phantom?
Perhaps you are a live
parallel to my loss.
You fade in and out
like a t.v. ghost.
Doppleganger, why do
you visit me?
Is it another world
where I am the phanton?
Do I haunt my analogue's
chair?
Have I gone on forever
for you?
Do you feel a live
parallel to your loss?
Perhaps we will intersect,
and the haunting may end.,