Loosing Hope, Gaining Peace

Ghost

    Walking the halls I understand how you see me. A blur, another colour in your day you don't have to acknowledge because you've seen them all. Look right through me as if nothing is there at all. I understand, it's crowded and there are so many other things to see in the span of a couple seconds, but when I'm right in front of you?
     The others they laugh and joke around and they exist, until I speak. Now I've disappeared, you close your eyes and like magic I'm gone. I try to tell you "I'm here, I'm still here!" But you can't hear me, I wouldn't change if you could.
    When you can see me, I'm in the wrong. I have to be in the wrong, that's just how it works. I apologize for a mistake I didn't make and a reaction I didn't want. Now we're both unhappy. An attempt to reconcile is underway and from the weather forecast, it looks to be delayed by two weeks. What a shame, I was looking forward to it, oh well it's just another rain check.
    It's a beautiful day, a pistol in your hand and one in mine. I have no bullets, I've told you this. "I don't want to shoot you" you shout cocking your gun, you have one bullet. I've told you you don't have to, you raise your arm and take aim. "I don't want to do this" then don't, drop the gun and back away, we can talk.

Bang

"I didn't want to shoot you" then why did you do it? I'm bleeding from a wound I must have caused, the bullet on the ground reads it's poison, but in this moment I don't understand it. You drop the gun, staring at where I lay. You turn to walk away,
"Must have been a ghost."