I Am Just A Ghost
I am just a ghost-
always floating in and out
of all the places in my life
that I'd forgotten all about.
Sometimes I'm here,
sometimes I'm not.
Sometimes I wait for them to see me,
but most often, they do not.
I watch them from the darkness
as they go about their lives;
making friends and lovers
while I hide them from my strife.
I don't know how it happened,
but I used to be like them.
Then one day I was gone,
and knew I wasn't whole again.
I am just a shadow
of the things that used to be.
I wonder still, as life goes by,
if anyone remembers me?
Do they remember how I used to laugh?
And how I used to dream?
For though I wait here, haunting,
I'm so much more than what I seem.
I wish that I was real again-
that I remembered how to feel.
I'd write my story with a pen
and close it gently with a seal.
For some young soul
who needs a tale,
of love and loss too stormy
for this broken soul to sail.
And perhaps one day she'll need it,
to move through the vicious gale.
For even if I'm not remembered,
I would lose it all so fast,
to save that girl from walking
through a painful, lonesome past.
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