Today I saw a ghost,
and didn’t know just how to act.
I sat and stared, so unprepared,
for a fiction that’s a fact.
It came out of nowhere,
and caught me so off guard.
I froze in place, the look on my face,
both terrified and hard.
He should be dead, at least I thought,
he died so long ago.
So why the hell, for heavens sake,
should he now decide to show?
I buried him, with my own hands,
I scooped the dirt myself.
I didn’t want to, trust me now,
that chapter was on the shelf.
Mr. nice guy, oh so cool,
such an understanding guy.
If you only knew, that there were two,
then you would know just why.
Today I saw myself,
the part I thought had died.
Now I don’t know, just we’re he went,
but I wonder why he lied.
