Ghost
You are sure you have no heartbeat
And yet somehow you are here,
You see the things around you
Although now they are far less clear.
You stare at the ground below you,
It hasn't changed at all.
But somehow you know that you are different,
So looming, yet so small.
There are people brushing past you
But none of them seem to care,
It takes just longer than a moment
To realise you are not truly there
You can see that you are transparent
No longer breathing or breathing air
Your body is less apparent,
No one looks or stops to stare.
You suppose its some kind of justice,
That you don't have to leave quite yet.
You wonder if what they say is true.
If spirits are really forced to forget.
You think of the handful of people
You hurt and left behind,
You think they might remember
That sometimes you were kind.
What if they forget you,
Leave the memories in the past
You've heard that ghosts don't linger long
If their memories cannot last.
You hope your life was worth living
That you made your mark on the world,
You think that you start crying.
But once again, the sound cannot be heard.
Now although it is many years later.
And your passing has yet to start
It comforts you to know that at least someone remembers,
And keeps you in their heart.
Then one day you feel it,
You finally begin to pass on,
Slowly you start disappearing
And like all good ghosts, you are gone.