A pair of ghosts met outside the local
coffee shop today.
He ran forward and swept her up into his
arms, holding her close, burying her face in her long, soft hair.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and when
he set her down, she rested against his chest with a smile spread on her face
I smiled, watching them just stand and sway
in the parking lot. The waitress
came over to my table and set my cappuccino on the table next to me. Looking
up, I thanked her and picked up the warm mug, turning back to the lovers
outside.
But they were gone.
And it made me wonder if love is a ghost.
Just like them.
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