My Ghost

Wishing you were here

wishing you would care

about just how much

you really mean to me.

I don’t care

what stupid shit you do

I like you for who you are,

who am I to judge you?

But now you’re a ghost

since you disappeared

I’m left standing here

fingers running through my hair,

clenching onto it

wanting to just rip it all out

in such frustration

as I wish you weren’t a ghost

and that you’d just appear

to ease my thoughts.

But you won’t,

and even though you’re gone

I wish you’d just drop me a sign

every now and then

to let me know that

you’re still watching over me

-Jilleen E. Quigley ’09 ©