A man knocks on my door daily
around 3' asking for a ghost
"Gus?"
"No ghost"
I wait for him to continue
he doesn't
I reply with
"No ghost lives here"
Quietly he leaves
One afternoon anticipating his arrival
I watched him arrive from the
top of the stairs
His suit gray
his face looked a lot like mine
At the usual 3' o'clock
He rang the bell
this time I was at the door
Before he reached the gate
As usual I opened the door
But before he fixed his lips to ask
I opened my arms wide
And fell into him
It was I he was looking for
After that the doorbell never
Rang again at 3'oclock
Unless it was a delivery
I was never again the same
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