Ghost Human

Ghost human again, I must snuggle with;
Light as a feather, limp as a sheet,
It is not its fault,
It is a sheet.
Ghost human again, I must converse with;
It knows my insights and my views,
It parrots them, it parries them
In parodies, just like a spouse.
Ghost human again, I must stroll with;
Through dappled parks, down sun-cracked streets,
On mountaintops, in canyons deep,
It is my shadow.
Ghost human again, I must dine with;
It drinks my wine and cuts my meat
And licks the bowl, accusing me
Of gluttony.
Ghost human again, I must repose with;
Encased, I turn to talk to it, it is not there,
Its bones are mine, they always were,
It has been me, we were as one,
I am alone.