Evidence Lacking Instances

There are birds on the chandeliers over my head
Sunlight lingering on artfully arranged parapets
Faintly comforting clink and clatter in a background now all-too familiar
The beating wings now a thing of reality and not a shard of poetic fiction
Reflections on mirroring panes and the strangers on the other side
Even the persistent flies irritating my coffee are a thing worth mentioning
Crumbs and crumpled paper napkins the only evidence of a hunger extinguished
But there is no proof I can provide to prove
That the wandering ghost has been chased away
Actualized into a moment of nonfiction and pure clarity


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