Night falls. Who are you now?

[ghostletters]

Dear yourreflectionneverspeaksback,

There is no mystery to what I am doing. I am lost.

& you are running into cornors, in a room whose walls you've long forgotten. I can't let this keep happening to you.
But there's nothing I can do against your routines. Against your mouth.
You will always do what you do. & I'll keep watching, {from the back hallway, head against the door frame.}
& wish that the morning would just finally come.

When they said darkest hour, you never understood what exactly that meant till now.

Love,
-the concerned ghost.