Ghost

And now you’ve erased your presence,
trying to not even exist.
You exist within your pores,
macerating the thoughts that portend a sliver of
Sanity.
But now you turn invisible,
Probably just to me.
Maybe I’m thinking I am over important
I exaggerate the effect I may have.
But this silence, this immaterial presence
which has turned you into a ghost
in my mind,
chills me for all the wrong reasons.

Ghosts do not scare, they portend,
and what you’ve unfolded is
the veracity of the end.

What’s the answer?
To leave the haunted house.
Maybe that way, you
can reincarnate
for someone else…