We met in a ghostly theatre. The actors were playing life and death.
We hugged, and we watched that live performance.
We used to be unaffected and bold, like a newborn butterfly. Despite the brief growth she had, she stood in the face of the gray and wicked wind.
The show was over, the curtain was shut, and the actor rushed to exit the backstage.
Life waited for them outside, my darling and I, part of that dark theatre, we watched the live shows for decades, I never opened my eyes.
We are a ghost couple from the past, and the theater was our haven. The only dilemma I owned, it's quite funny, my babe refused the idea of being dead, she believed in life.

Artwork by Valentina   kondrashova