By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Doubt.

You are the ghost

That comes to haunt me

Late at night when all my senses

Are sleepy and dull.

 

It’s not fair to bother me now

But you do.

You poke and prod.

You push and pull.

You do this very well.

 

Late at night, 

You ask silly questions

You undo all my plans

And then you leave me

Knowing nothing

Nothing at all.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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