The Ghost

You say that we don't

Have a ghost,

So why does it feel so cold

Every time you turn around

And let go of the hold

You had on my hand

As stories, new, and old

Send piercing shivers

Down my spine and 

Freeze my very bones?

If a ghost does not

Exist, then where

Do your eyes go

When you say it didn’t work

And how you should have known

How and what

To fix, and why you

Weren’t able to grow?

And suddenly, I feel that

You and I are not alone.

You say that we don't

Have a ghost, 

I think you just don’t know

That of the two of us, you’re not

The one who she follows.