today i was walking down the stairs and thought i heard someone catch the door.
i turn around and i see no one.
was it you?
you told me that on spring break you wanted to see me.
i asked if you’d come up here.
no, of course you wouldn’t.
i envisioned that the person catching the door was you.
your hair is a little darker now, but i think you’d still be the same.
i can imagine you telling me about the same things as always and getting really excited and ignoring me.
but, you are just a ghost.
no one has filled the space you did, but i don’t need a lifeguard or a babysitter.
maybe i just need an endless series of 911 operators.
or, maybe i just need a self help lecturer.
maybe i just need me.
because i dont need you.