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

stood 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