Ghost

I have anxiety

But what happens when a man, a gentleman if I must

always walks with me

at the end of work

at the end of the night

when I decide to go home, he walks five steps behind me

i know this because I calculated it silently in my head

and when I get to the corner that reveals the streets where my home resides,

he waits at the corner

silently watching me as I make my way to my front door

and when I reach the second turn of my key, he removes his hat, tilts it in my direction and disappears round back through the corner from which we walked through

a real gentleman, I must say

it’s our daily routine

he wears black all through, which compliments his skin

Although I’ve never seen him up close

he feels beautiful

he feels mysterious and strange

eerie but safe

like a ghost

my ghost