Emily Winters                                                                                          

Ghost

I’m a ghost,

And you’re a star…

(But only to me.)

I can feel your radiance,

Your black hole calignosity –

Irresistible, intangible to me.

I can feel your heart beat,

And while the drums that march before the storm,

Carry on with the firing squad,

Are irreversible,

I don’t think you can hear them.

It’s only in my head.

I drift through day,

Sunshine streaming through my paper-mâché skull,

My mind that’s filled with memories and fantasies…

Is transparent.

This is no limpid manifest dream;

It mustn’t be,

If you could never seem to look to see…

That a ghost like me could be in love with a star.