I didn’t want to say too much.
Really,
there wasn’t much to say at all.
I don’t want to open what
was never really closed.
It’s just a link
a short message
tied to one of our favorite things.
Morticia’s smirk.
Gomez’s laugh.
Admittedly,
I hesitated longer
than I was supposed to.
Of everything packed away
between us,
somehow
this fell out of the box.
I guess even ghosts
don’t have everything
together sometimes.
So I copied the link
and pressed send.
It’s not a love letter.
It’s far too short
to be an olive branch.
Somewhere in the universe
there is a version of us
that still speaks,
that still laughs
at our inside jokes.
And this tied thread
it must be tied to them.
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