ghosts by Megan Dingess (Ohio, 31)

​ghosts
we are like ghosts in an old library.
not quite knowing what we’re doing
or what we’re looking for.
searching for. if that is, in fact, what we are
doing.
a tether so forged in the fires of friendship.
two sisters, not of the same blood
but kin just the same.
two apparitions, two spirits who know how to be alone together.
feel that quaking sadness together, and still have no answers.
no resolution, just an open desire
to live, to experience more.
there is something to the act of exploration that is healing.

we don’t
need to be understood. or even to understand one another.
we can just exist. we can just be there. familiar in
loneliness. familiar like family, like soul mates
like love, but not in-love. the kind of love that doesn’t fit into
a classic movie. or into the modern notion of a soul mate.
maybe then, a new name.
a new designation with the same thought.
soul mate, soul friend
soul protector.






Megan Dingess is a quiet soul living in the Cleveland-area. She works in the steel industry and has a cat named Louie. When she's not making steel she's often writing or dreaming about writing. She can be found posting inconsistently on X (Twitter) at @quietlystrange. ​