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

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