on becoming a ghost

No, I would not know
how to be
without you,within me
I would wander,
subtraction unto myself,
so far to wander
and wander, like a ghost
until I became a ghost.
And the world would become
a ghost itself.
Everything becomes washed out
transparent and nothing
would convince the sun to shine.
Then if God was kind
and if God was fair, which
I hope and pray that he is,
my ghost would find yours
and become again.
Then, and only then
could I depart from this life happily.
Until then, I wander.
Life eats away my skin,
people create their own fogs.
I dream of you and fall asleep
waiting for someone to hear me.