Needing a Ghost

[ForAnother]

I need a face

to ghost my thoughts.

Nothing can let my head

dissappear these thoughts.

I need these, I beg

for them

to stay with me.

 

Follow my slow footsteps

behind my father

behind my mother.

I pray to become a ghost

of them

a life of happy endings.

With weird beginnings.

 

So please

someone, with a mind

to remember

a thought so trivial

remember what I think.

To tell you the truth

I forgot

I was writing this,

my ghost.

[mieshagirl]

Interesting poem.