Little Red Watcher

Tss!
Spirits? Really?
There are no spirits.
Ridiculous.

Just people who can't accept sadness.
That’s it.
People who don't want to be alone.
Grow up.

But there it was.
Crawling across her name plate.
She loved lady bugs,
Didn’t she?

And there it was,
Landing on my knee,
On the curb
After the crash.

And there it was,
A stowaway in my bedroom,
After I’d grow too tired
To cry.

Whatever,
It's just a coincidence.
It has to be.
Right?