With me, I have ghosts;
With them, I'm not left alone.
They live between these walls,
I'm afraid to feel at home.

They come near me, I feel them,
But they follow me through the door.
When I close my eyes, I see them;
When I want it stopped, there's more.

They come to say it all;
How they're not there, they're gone;
Only the unsaid, left to crawl,
Only there until the show of dawn.

I have these ghosts because I need them,
The void's too deep for swimming.
At least this way I lead them,
They go where I go; leave while I'm dreaming.

My ghost used to be real;
With flesh and blood under raw skin.
They remain lively still,
the warmest eyes, the coldest grin.

At times a fire burns in my eyes,
The room fills up with smoke from the flame,
Inhale - I'm free; Exhale - I realize;
I can breathe without saving air for them.

All the space is as much as I give,
They have power as long as I shrink,
The air I hold, they receive;
When I detach myself, they link.

Ghost are real - if you let them be.