Genesis Jitters- early draft with less annoying title forthcoming

It matters that your lover follows you up the stairs
after that final glass of champagne.

It matters that your children are tucked tight
in their beds on a winter's night.

It matters that words, ghost-linked to paper
are like-minded spirits who converse over coffee

again and again
engaged
and merry

in hopes that ghost-babies don't cry, trace letters
or grow up too fast, too scared

too destined to marry with fears
that break limbs.

It matters.

(Comments are from a previous draft. I accidentally deleted the old version. I'll re-post it alongside this draft soon.)