I asked about your politics
and you leaned in real close
so I whispered I wouldn’t tell a soul
and now here we are. Days later.

Though they could be simplified
into smaller terms, These days I
only count the days exactly.

And even though I promised,
I only know the politics you tell me.
And that’s a shame too.
And that’s a shame.

once two ghosts were talking on the phone
it was the saddest conversation in the whole world
then one said to the other “well,
i’m going to hang up now”
and at the dial tone the pain engulfed them both
and on each end neither could really handle it
so they disappeared as the first snow hit the ground
and the dial tone played on
to homes haunted no longer.