Ghost

When I’m dead I won’t come back
Rattle my loose change in the dark
Levitate the crockery while you eat
Elbow a sulky shadow into your sun
Shiver your neck with my cold mouth
I’ll be gone and nothing left but the
things I said, inconsequential yet true
To who I was and who I was to you
Remember for the both of us
Grow forgetful for yourself