This morning I fell in love with a beautiful black girl.

Her name was Kathryn. I just knew it, I don’t remember anyone telling me. She was at my door. The minute I knew it was her I ran outside to talk.

I told her I dreamt about her

And she said “you are”.

The confusion was swallowed by awkward tension. She went into my neighbor’s apartment. The spell remained unbroken.

How many times must I fall in love with specters?

Is it a vision?

Or did I envision it?

Cause when I woke I missed her desperately.

Like a lost treasure.

Never to be rediscovered.

I hope she is real. Stranger things have happened