Ghosts don't flirt...
But neither do they have much to flirt with...
No one can see them...
Not like they wish they could be seen...
Wandering, no, hovering over the ground with their head down
There are no catcalls...
But then again...there's nothing at all
No smiles that aren't practiced
No compliments that may catch them off guard
No one that has the guts to say that they care
How are they supposed to know that they are even there...
Oh.


It's hard to love being a ghost when you're the only friend or mate you'll ever know.