Letter From A Ghost

To whom it may concern

I died. I did die. Now all that's left is you, regret, the words I wrote, the songs I wrote and recorded, and perhaps you don't care at all, but it cannot be undone. Yes, anyway, it is there, some kind of haunting, surely to want to erase.

I'm not here anymore. I left you behind. Some soul of mine might protect you, watch over you, if you believe in those things, or otherwise I am gone, and gone, and forever gone. Contemplate me in my passing, how I manifest myself in the chill of a breeze. You swallow, it almost gets trapped in the throat.

To find some answers, to understand what it is all for. I found you. That feels like some oceanic success, growing, blossoming beyond me and my resting body, my perfected soul. I, just a ghost, still in awe of the things that have no simple conclusion. I was opened by love, by you, and I took that with me, to remain here, wherever I am, consumed by glory.

I look forward to staying with you, ever lodged where you cannot remove me.

Kind regards

Your ever-loving ghost