Somehow you are everywhere:
In my cereal bowl I see you,
And at the grocery store
Among the apples,
And in the windows of passing cars.
I can't leave you behind, because
You're there in the pages of every
book,
And with any vibration of the
telephone,
You are there first, always.
Don't be afraid to walk into this
space.
Don't think that I may push you out.
Please know that the door has been
opened to you,
And your ghost already lives here.
Photo from en.wikipedia.org
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