Halloween was ours.

The one night a year

You’re allowed to be something

That you never were.

That Halloween,

I was yours

And you were mine.

We were both so intoxicated,

Completely obliterated

Out of our minds.

But dear god, were we in love.

My costume that night

Was your lips on my neck

And your old Grateful Dead t-shirt.

Your costume was

The bruise on your collarbone

And my hair-tie on your wrist.

Though we were comfortable,

My god were we scary.

We were absolutely terrifying.

Of all the sub-par movies

And tv horrors i’ve watched,

I had never felt as petrified

As i did after you kissed me.

It might as well have been a ghost

That grabbed me by the waist

And kissed me goodbye.

The more i reminisce,

The more i think that maybe in fact

It was a ghost.

It was ethereal,

It was soft, it felt so barely there

It felt like a figment.

You were a phantom

Of the last love 

That didn’t  feel like a chore

But i dont think you were real

And you’re long gone now.

I think if we entered the contest,

We would have won best dressed.

We were so caught up

Being who we never were for one night,

That I don’t think i’ll ever be able to dress as myself

Again.