letters to ghosts

It’s been awhile since I found you in my dreams
since I heard you in my ear

yet here we are

stories carry waves that shadow time
a clothespin digging into my side
tingling skin and brushing breeze
the geography of ghosts
soft skin of give
the geometry of fit
scratchy timelines
woven lifelines
staggered breath of now
know a different way to go

Was it enough?
What is enough?