by Elad Haber
There's a ghost in the car.
It speaks in silence. It fills the holes of conversation. It is absence, as deep as a well, as black and cold as a December night.
I can see it in your eyes. You're thinking of him, too. I remind you of him, and you, me. We don't look at the backseat. We can't bear to see his sad, lifeless, eyes. His body so bright it's blue. His arms rest lazily on our headrests. Like a dog, he yearns for our attention.
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