Dear ghost,
I do not know why you follow me,
Or why it seems you are always just out of reach.
The night road that I travel down is drenched
In the sorrows of previous wanderers,
Who have been haunted by one such as you.
The rain is heavy on my soul and soaks cold
Into my skin.
I cannot tell if you are friend or foe,
But i know that you are lost and somehow
You find your anchor in me.
Sadly my little spectre,
there is no way for me to help you.
I struggle to see the road before me
Due to the slick sadness that you have caused.
I fear to reach back and grab you because I must not
Lose sight of what lies ahead of me.
You follow me along with your moans
For help and reassurance,
And yet I give you none.
I have a goal.
Little wraith,
I beg you to go haunt another wayward traveler.
Stay silent until our journey is done!
You pester at me throughout the night
Until the destination is finally reached,
And I can focus on you now, because I have made it!
Yet when I turn to ease your condescending worries,
There is nothing but the spectre of myself.
Frozen in sadness for all the things that I had missed
Along the way.
