Ghost

be my ghost,

a little piece

left behind,

a pearly white

shadow

of what used to be.

be my ghost,

an echo

of the voice

of reason,

of the sound

of love.

be my ghost,

a faint trace

of life

still holding on,

still believing.

be my ghost,

and don’t let me die,

keep me alive, even

if just in spirit.





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