ghosts

will we ever know what love means
or why the words long to form on our lips
like the fire in our dreams
or lost teeth?

there's a picture of everyone I've ever met in the
back of my mind
like ghosts that beg to be forgotten
what if i don't remember your face?
i hope it haunts me

my desire is like breath
but sometimes I forget to exhale
sometimes i think i know things
mostly i don't know