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.