Lost Revelations- a poetry collection

"Ghost Child"

Those broken toys,
Walls with paint scratched off
Children dancing in the wake of
A beast that destroys
   
            The one behind your broken toys

Those nights when crickets sing,
Telling me of my lonely being
Taking me back to two thousand and thirteen
       
         When there was so much we'd never seen

          Can't tell why,
In my mind,
I remember you as the ghost child
The only one of my kind

                          Can't tell why
              I want to confirm
              That you aren't dead

I don't want to learn
That you are someone I never met