Just Look, Just Watch, I'm Right Here, I'll Always be Right Here.

A poem about a ghost.

I feel like a detective

brushing down

a crime scene,
or perhaps a

runaway

hiding in plain sight.

Lost

but not gone,

the fingerprints

washed away,

the murder weapon

left behind.

There's no past like it,

and no future to follow;

a ghost that

breathes,

a newborn that

doesn't.

I haunt,

I linger,

I remain,

Though only in

death and decay.

Though only as a ghost. 

A ghost that

breathes.

A newborn that

doesn't.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

An interesting and captivating take there, Arthur 🙏🏻🕊

[Arthur. S. Ebbers]

Thank you!

[Red Brick Keshner]

You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊