Ghosting.

Hiding under cotton sheets, playing for keeps. 
Fabricated cut out eyes; one for me, one of you, 
one brown, one blue. Ghost stories whispered,
quietly in the night. A jump scare. [Unplanned.]
“Oh, dear, you gave me such a fright!”
I cling to your ghostly silhouette, your edges 
are misted, just as my cheeks. I can’t help but 
wonder, if you’ll disappear completely if I 
continue to speak. I push my luck, lurking in 
your backyard; a weeping woman in white.
The cliffhanger–the plot twist–I was fearing,
all along, it was you who was the phantom. 
You were always planning to disappear with 
the dawn; haunting me in my dreams, 
and gone when the morning comes.

Photograph by @harrison.haines