The Ghost I See

You haunt me like a ghost. Visions of you, appear so suddenly, then vanish as soon as the concept of your face begins forming. Almost as if i'm never supposed to see you again, just not as I knew you before.

You are the wind that touches my arm as it travels by. I feel you in the way the sun warms my face everytime I step outside. I hear you as leaves crinkle and crunch, like you are walking towards me but can never reach me. I see you every time I close my eyes to dream. Imagining different endings where the only ghost I saw was the one you'd scare away for me.

At night, when the world goes still, I find myself pleading for signs that you, are my ghost. If my visions are real, or if my eyes are seeking the comfort that is not there. I beg the moon, please, be my ghost. I'd wish it over and over again, night after night. If I can't have you in life, then I'd long to feel you in death.

Dearest reader, do you see a ghost?