in this story, we are ghosts chasing each other’s shadows. we are our empty reaching hands. i follow...

in this story, we are ghosts chasing each other’s shadows. we are our empty reaching hands. i follow you into the bedroom and find that you are only a reflection the sun has left behind on the carpet. you run into the kitchen and i am outside, peering at you through the window, fingers pressed against the pane. desperate, never quite there. dogs reaching for their tails. at dawn, we are two strangers in love, who see each other across the street. a car passes and you are gone and so am i.