I know what ghosts are, now.
I’ve felt the presence, I’ve seen the shadow
long after your physical shell
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
but you’ve turned to grey, now.
You hover above us, you follow behind us—
almost translucent, though still left