photo: 'My Angel and My Devil' by Thomas Hawk

You never let me in

and yet your melody haunts me on the nights

when I am least able to sleep.

If someone were observing

would they see both of us,

apart, elusive,

distinguishable?

Or does everyone assume

we are the silhouetted outlines

of drunken doubles?

We are passable as twins

or even as the same person.

But I do not know you well,

and you do not know me 

at all.

Stay here, all the same.

Keep me company.

There is warmth in even 

the ghostliest flesh.

You do not let me in.