His only friend was Loneliness

a ghost story

 

Loneliness my companion in life

We traveled unnoticed and free

No strife friction or pain-Infliction

Our enemies; one with indecision

We sipped coffee freely alone

 

Watching the world go by

In spite of my nonexistence

The wind snaps cold across

The chilled nose of wilderness

But we are now free

 

From chills me and he

Whom no other can know

The sun scorns scorched toes

Those lives that barefoot go 

But we are now free

 

From the Christ’s punishing crown

From its relentless burning wrath

Me and He who walks

Without feet void of path

I alone am his death

 

He was born my ghost

Once we may have lived

Hard in the terrible throws

Of juvenile adolescent fevered angst

The pit of misunderstood fait

 

The pit; sorrow and woe

We chose not to breathe

Over a death in breath 

I lived free with loneliness

And he is still here

 

I alone am his death

 He my only beloved ghost

We fell together as one

Forever alone unfixed from hope

In love with suicide rope