A Ghost
I’m just a phase
slipping through
with no destination.
Is this important?
because you let me wander
with no significant placement.
Me… A phase?
And phases end…
I’m just a phase
that you’ll soon
let slip away.
But be with me
until then –
until you decide
for us to part.
I want nothing
else to thrive for
except “this”
phase.
This poem is about:
Me