Thursday, April 25, 2013

Evanescence of a Friend to Phantom

I know what ghosts are, now.
I’ve felt the presence, I’ve seen the shadow
        long after your physical shell
        had expired.
You’ve been conjured here
among the living, between our spirits
        constantly, ever since the day
        that you died.
Each time, your outline fades.
We fill the gaps, we trace the lines
        over and over with our thoughts
        and memories,
but you’ve turned to grey, now.
You hover above us, you follow behind us—
        almost translucent, though still left