Charles Bukowski's Ghost Will Never Haunt Me

We have the kinship of famous and ordinary,
like a hungover movie star hugging their toilet
after a long night,
or maybe it's how death makes life
mean more than my blue ink metaphors,
scribbled down hastily, as if scared
of being chased by a red pen, but I'm happy
we can never meet, since you died when I was 12,
because now there'll be no unanswered letter,
misspelled autograph on a napkin,
but only this poem that you wouldn't have read
anyway.