Ghost is always hiding and then I feel a chill.
Ghost is always riding a horse through the center of my brain.
So many hungry ghosts,
with a longing for what they cannot have.
There is something about letting go they don’t hear,
like so many of us, they might be afraid
to move on.
if i try to tell you i have given up, it only proves i haven’t.
if i had really given up i wouldn’t be writing you, i wouldn’t
say anything, i would be gone.
if i tell you i am leaving it is only proof i haven’t left.
it is obviously an attempt to get a response, an attempt to
get you to tell me you want me to stay. but i hear nothing,
and i still don’t leave, and that is when i begin to feel frightened,
vulnerable, no longer in control of my own thoughts or
feelings or actions, and that is when i begin to unravel
like a cloud on a sunny day.