In a photograph I see her standing at her typewriter, cigarette in her hand
Has she found the words that make her feel, make her see everything she needs to be
And all that lives inside her dreams.
I wonder if she knows, can she feel me as I gaze at her through the dim evening light
That fills her lonely room, does she believe does she feel this ghost that can see inside her dreams
Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in San Diego, California.