I am a Ghost.

I fear I have become but a ghost, echoing invisibly in the background of your life.

If there is no more I can say to lighten the clouds in your mind or the burden in your heart, I’m afraid my nagging sympathy that originally brought us together is unwinding the friendship that holds us in place. It forces me ever further to the other side of life, into the background; the shadow of your existence on this Earth.

And as I cling, helpless and heavy to the woolly foundations, they unravel between my fingers, killing themselves to throw me away. Such desperation to rid itself of a virus, amputating and damaging its own body to clear it of my being. Thanks.

So do I stop caring as if I never started? Would you like me better once I’ve torn you from my heart and left you cold and crying in a whole other world? Alone in the crowd, trampled and crushed, would you want me either to let you catch your breath or choke you with affection?

Should I stop haunting you?

Hours pass by and the only comfort brought to you is the certainty of freedom in a whole other world. You sink lower and lower into quicksand diluted with your own blood, sweat and tears from failures past and present; there will be no future. The beauty of being alive has run further away from you now than ever before. But who am I to be the one who brings it all back to you? I am a ghost. You can see right through me and my transparent intentions. I can do nothing right.

Hours pass by and you sink lower and lower away from this life, to my side of living. But it is not me who is dragging you down. And it will not be me who greets you, for my presence does nothing for you anymore. I have left these worlds long behind me, and I have gone away. I am a ghost.