My ghost told me it was too late, I told him I was sorry

My ghost came to me today

I just wanted answers and I see that he wanted them too

As I kept my hopes for a message of hope

He stared me dead in our eyes

He told me blankly with no reservation we were our demise

He told me he wish he could share some meaningful advice

But

The execution of a plan didn’t bring life to his eyes

So

When I speak to him now, it seems I’m speaking down

It was all a disappointment and can see that now

What was done could never be undone

And thus the darkest thought

A roads bleak lights fading away, but no desire to turnaround

And if I turned around

It’d take more than I have to cover that ground

But

it’s beautiful when I look in his soul

A collection of thoughts connected only by his mind

Sharing no correlation, no master design

Just

Existing simultaneously and sharing a time

And

when I saw him I swear I felt something

Quite the antithesis to this feeling of feeling nothing

I see with every breath he fades more

And repentantly that I swear to mourn

But if I’m him than who’s here to mourn me

I’ve tried so many times to be a reborn me

But maybe

I can live on as a passing thought

In the minds of a few people but not a lot

I see life for its truth

And that they never knew

So I told my ghost when they think of me, I hope they think of you

But as time grew weary

And our thoughts more eerie

In a voice detached from life itself

He told me gently that life is hell

And after that

My ghost told me that he had to return to his coffin

He said he’ll see me there soon

And at that moment I wish I was scoffin

I looked to his fading face and emulating haze

And without any hesitation or reasonable doubt

I assured him I’d be there in just a few days