I never meant to be a ghost
A white ethereal thing
Wasting in my hauntings
Fading till I become diaphanous
While other foolish specters
Float and laugh at me
In a horrendous cacophony
Yearning for the living
But knowing I am dead
Reaching for new lovers
But never finding their hands
Searching for old friends
Longing for lost family
But I am me
As I have always been
A ghost dancing in the wind
Cold white sheet shimmering
And pirouetting
Praying that someday the forgetting
Will settle in
And I will be normal