It’s been a looong time since I’ve written any poetry, so go easy on me, yeah?

I’m traveling with a ghost,

She sits patiently in a corner in my mind,

Legs swinging and smile knowing,

And waits for me to stop ignoring her,

She doesn’t speak, or move around,

She is so calm for her age, so mature,

She doesn’t cry or ask for sympathy,

She just waits

I’m traveling with a ghost,

When she we see the pigeons pecking, peeking,

She looks imploring, eyes asking, mind chasing,

But I pretend she isn’t there

She’s always there when the children pass by,

School socks slipping, collars tugging,

But I look away

And, crossing her arms around herself,

And sighing loudly,

She just waits

I’m traveling with a ghost

I can’t get rid of her, can’t acknowledge her,

She never leaves, never speaks,

I don’t know what she wants!

I’d give her toys, or friends, a nice new place to live

But she still wouldn’t go

Maybe she never will

I just wait