If She Knew She Was a Ghost
She’d have walked through more walls,
Spent more time at rock concerts
so loud she fluttered in their breeze,
Hesitated less, danced more,
Cared less about her looks,
Butted in where she wasn’t wanted,
Haunted Big Tony within an inch.
But she’d always have told him no,
Especially that last, terrible time;
When she wasn’t yet a ghost.