In my dream, you take a thousand shapes and forms, but last night you are shapeless and formless, only a shadow, a whiff, a soft press, and a vague impression. But I saw the tattoos. What a surprise? All over your shoulders and arms and elsewhere-- figures of beauty and disrepute. You are my resident ghost. If I say "go away", you are going to come more often. So I refrain and let it be. I thought you would eventually leave, visiting somewhere else. But I was wrong. You are here for the last ten years, and I am sure you and I will live hauntingly ever after.