Ghosted

[Mark A Becker]

Hey Z-
Due to the ethereal nature of ghosts, I think you need to go sparser.  I'll try to retain your words while subtracting the ones that got in the way. When I do that, I find myself without a satisfying ending...


We were always ghosts-
a quiet haunting of small talk-
looks exchanged in passing;
no one else in the hallway.

A summer night by the lake
we took form
on the mirrored water-
saw ourselves

?????

The last two stanzas lose it for me, and I'm not sure how you can resolve this poem, yet it would be worth your effort.

Mark