I should call you Casper
You were a ghost
but, you were a friendly one.
You said boo
I’d say I love you
I said I love you
and you’d say it back
Because it’s easy to says things like that
in a home you’ve already left.
You haunted me in the most beautiful way
The type of haunting that wasn’t real,
but, god it felt so good,
What reality even matter?
When you were living,
we didn’t share an address but, we were living together
Reality as our same roof
And of course, we’d escape from it together as well
We talked about how we’d transform these hallways
Or how you couldn’t wait for summertime,
when we could be real
and you’d have me all to yourself.
That was when your mind still shared those pathways with mine.
In tune to the same frequency of sound
When we both shared that language of ramblin articulation
silent yet spoken contemplation
containing truths so honest it’d make the both of us laugh
And it was a time after the joke was made I embraced the quietude
for the warm energy of your laugh
needed time to resonate
And I could’ve sworn it sounded like the answer to this question called
When it all seemed to make my heart feel lighter
or maybe a bit more substance
I can’t remember
But,that was when your heart pumped everywhere and not just below the waist
Left like a ghost
Don't come back like some Jesus figure
resurrect that bee stinger
like it didn't kill you when you stung me
like it didn't kill you and reborn you into
the arms of your maker
I finally moved out
Of that place that has you stained to it
like an aura I couldn't ignore
memories that seemed to stay
even when I knew you wouldn't
Once in awhile I visit that place
Because well, I like the way it smelled
and the way sunshine radiated through the windows
and it all made
and it was just so
We wrote poetry throughout the walls
Gently watering love in the soil surrounding this home so that maybe we could protect this treasure we both found
Sometimes that place visits me
when I don't wish to reminiscence
because instead of spirits and memories
I see ghosts and the pain of the past that only loss could give to me
I see that to live in that home isn't where I'm supposed to be anymore
So now I'm a traveler
I belong to no home
I'm not lost if I have no set destination
I'm not homeless if my home is
And Mr Casper moved back in
with what killed him in the earlier years
And maybe found love
or maybe just comfort
because atleast he can be a human boy again under that roof
Maybe his mind is just fine in those walls
Maybe he visits our home too sometimes.
Or maybe he tries to forget.
I said the word tries
because anyone who has ever died
knows the only thing we have is the present
but, when past and current coincide
you were indifferent.
the truth has a way of refusing to hide
Maybe that's when I'm a ghost too.
Roaming throughout a ship sunk love
Maybe trying to revive some rusting treasure.
Or just some sanity.
How a Casper loved so dearly
How could that life have been so false and empty?
But I know a ghost when I feel one
That's why you no longer were a lover
Just a friendly visitor
who cared enough to know what it'd mean to me when you'd take your actual leave.