You are a ghost.
How else to explain
why I see you in
the places
where you should not be?
You are a ghost.
For you remain the same
even though
it has been forever
since I last met you.
You are a ghost.
I am being haunted by you,
by the memories of you.
The sound of your voice,
the way you walk,
the way your face creases
when you smile or laugh.
I remember it all.
You are a ghost.
There shouldn't be
another reason
as to why
I see you in
the places
you should not be.
You are a ghost.
But if I did not remember you,
you would not be.
If I could not conjure
up your image,
I would not see you.
You are a ghost.
Yes, you are a ghost.
But you would not be a ghost
if I were not a magician.