Polite vs The Ghost
Careful and polite feel like paper. Two dimensional, hollow, and sharp enough to cut depending on how you handle it.
I miss the warm hands, the gentle looks, the steady presence, and a love worth waking up to.
Careful, polite blips have replaced what was once real, a downgrade even from the friendship that came before.
I'm haunted by the ghost of what was, and there are no exorcisms that can free me, except for time itself.