OUR GHOST ~ POETRY

I see you when you walk
I see you when you talk
I see you when you cook
I see what’s on the chalk

Your friends don’t know, and neither do you
I can see, but you never can

I run through the walls as you rush into your room
You sigh with frustration, but why the despair?
Maybe you need a friend—sorry, I’m not there

A walking stick and dark shades aren’t needed
You can see me clearly, but only partially—'cause you’ll never find me

Welcome to my life—I’m lonely in your house
These walls have me claustrophobic, or maybe I’m lost

Turn on the lights, or keep them off
I am under the bed, in the closet, or running through the halls
Or maybe I am dead

Riddle me this, and riddle me that
Love is so fake when you're all that you have
But I love myself truly, and that is a fact
Whisper me something, and I’ll bring you to the past

I wish you could see me, but I can scare them—it’s no fun
When I’m all that you have

See you later—not yet, too soon
I’m just a ghost... but please don’t say “Boo!”