I am—I am more than you see.nMy confidence is buried deep beneath.nIt comes out once a week (or sometimes less).nI know—I know—I know what I said. Don't act like younDidn't push me to the edge. We'll be back—maybe.nnActually, I'll only be gone for a few days,nAnd then I'll be back with a new face.nMaybe I made a mistake.nBased on my skin, looks like I'm the snake.nWho needs sleep when you can sing to your feet?nnI've made a huge mistake—or free at last, but either way,nYou won't forget those pictures, even if you burn the hard copies.nYou have a million names, and one of them explains it all to me.nWhy do you think I call you “Ghostie”?nMostly because you're impossible to see.nnThe sun leaks down to a spot on this blocknWhere we met in the winter, wearing two pairs of socks.nThe cold was forgotten. I saw your smile open.nFell in love and then out. There's no doubtnYou're still a spider and a liar. You've taken everything.nnMaybe you've made a huge mistake—or free at last, back in P.A.,nYou won't forget those pictures. I'll bet you a million dollarsnWe've made a huge mistake—or free at last.nWe'll find out in a few days,nSinging hope is just this thing that holds us down.