i don’t think
i should grieve
over the ghosts
that lurked through
my whereabouts
when i used to
pass by their graves,
with names carved
soullessly,
coward,
born in july,
cancer vibes,
screaming impermanence
because
they should remain
as what they were,
the ghosts that
drifted without a might
like how august
slipped away
into a moment in time.