when two or more come together

Sometimes ghosts appear in unexpected places

and leave me to tears.


They visit on their own terms-

perhaps they are invoked by more than one random thought.

And I am always found waiting on the floor,

searching for his footprints.


You are with me now, headed north on 7

while a few miles to the south,

someone is rediscovering the films that are

still knit together by shakes, by fuzzy lines,

by often indecipherable footage.

Yet it does not matter, because all of your words are memorized.


Streetlights pass.

And that salty sting in my eyes

I will continue to deny

until I can no longer see the road.

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[Arthur Henn]

The rain falls out of your sky
Secret gardens we meet
Ghosts of the past

Walk through crossroads, hand in hand
Are those tears I see
or is it rain falling out of my sky

Looking into your eyes
I still see the reflection
Of Gods painted sky
fading away behind me.

Arthur Henn 2008