I should like to be a ghost,
drifting in time among the living
to see what has become of myself in the hearts of others.
Whether I am known or not known,
lost to the ether
in mind and body.
Whether there is a care of how I am, or, rather, am not,
or if I am forgotten as a shadow of the damned.
A shudder, a creak in the dark
and no more.