Ghost Eyes

2014

When I met him, he was part ghost
a fog followed him every step
it was in the morning mist
it came in the evening rain
always a cloud to follow my ghost
and always my ghost to follow me home

One time I saw through him
the sun came in just right
a deep white outline of a story untold
he was holding it out for another time
But I’d never hear it
never in my life

What to give a ghost for Christmas?
I cannot share anything good
he won’t like it
he’ll fake sincerity
whisper a ghostly ‘thankyou’
and appear by the lighted tree
with a half gray smile

He likes his half ghost living
can't imagine being any other way
I can see the bones in his fingers
I think one of them is broken
But I can’t tell when he keeps them behind his back
And won’t hold my hand

It slips right through
Anyways

11.6.14 1:14 am