A HOSTEL DORM
years ago
the people you almost knew are their own kind of ghost.
The people you almost knew are their own kind of ghost.
The Dutch guy who taught me to cook one dish I still make.
The woman on the ferry whose name I never got and never forgot.
You share three days and a lifetime's worth of the wrong details.
Then the road forks and you become a story each other tells.
Keep going.