most of my ghosts

most of my ghosts aren't dead,
but they haunt nonetheless
I've a theory that any event
with sufficient force can imprint
on its surroundings, and be sensed
by a sensitive soul. Now, psychic,
I most definitely am not! Still,
I see where you passed and left
a hole. Your ghost, a vision (as you
always were) in negative light,
you stand there looking at me -
a look I can never forget, because
your ghost won't let it lie. A look
like the last look you ever gave, like
the last look I'll ever get, before
I die