Friendly Ghost
Friendly ghost.
Familiar face, hovering over
me.
Watching me sleep.
Believing me unaware.
I'm good
at pretending.
I see you, friendly ghost.
I see you, a misty
caricature
Of my dead mother.
I am perfectly aware.
I
know when you are there.
Wispy as wind, floating
Just out of my
reach.
I feel you.
I feel your presence, friendly
ghost.
I'm kind of comforted, knowing you care.
But I miss you,
the real you.
I miss our music.
I miss coming home to
you,
Coming home to a great big hug.
You can't hug a ghost.
No matter how hard you try.
You can't hug even a friendly
ghost.
You can't hug a ghost even if you love them.
Like I
loved you, Mother.