Useless Ghosts

Every day I speak to my father. You know what he says? Nothing! No such thing as ghosts that way.
A woman just asked me, with the utmost consideration, where I wanted the knob on my shutters placed. She
spoke attentively and kindly. When I told her, she made a suggestion and was extremely helpful in my
decision making process.
I was paying her.

Today I told my father that, just like him, I couldn't get across to people what I really mean. He kidnapped
me when really he meant I really love something! and I wrote about how alone and hurt I feel when really I meant I
really love something!

He didn't say anything back again. There were no signs he heard. But I knew if he did, he'd sympathize.