The Ghost

The Ghost

It will always just be me
A ghost of a reminder of another time
Past long ago in your mind
A joke that was played
A fight fought
A challenge that turned out to be too much.
It will always be me, a ghost
With something left to prove
A role left to be to me.
It will always be a reminder
Of a ghost
Wandering in the memories
In your mind
Unable to escape.
It will always be the whispers
From the ghost
That unsettle you
In the emptiness of night.
The soft caress of a shiver
Will be your doubt
And longing that you wish didn’t exist
Because that ghost remains
Unable to free.
It will always be the ghost
Who holds the hole that you cannot fill
Just having it, unable to let go.