How is it you don’t know you’re a ghost?
Nothing but a silent, grey emptiness
Rattling my cupboards when I won’t feed you,
Slamming my doors when I won’t entertain you.
Moving objects for attention.
Never growing. Never creating. Never changing.
Only blowing empty air.
Don’t you want to move on?
To stop haunting me.
To be more than a ghost.
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Author:
BWaite (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Watching my husband as we divorce
- Category: Love
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Very strong write.
Welcome to MPS.
To be more than a ghost is a great line in expressing your empty thoughts about your partner. You capture your sentiments well. Welcome to MPS, BWaite.
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