Ghost 1 Poem by Hazel Connelly

Who is this ghost in the corner of my eye?
The ghost with the raven black hair
This girl creeping by my side
Waiting to meet me there.

Have you seen her?
Her silent footsteps tread the floor
The ghost in the mirror
Dancing past the closed door.

In the stillness of the night
Her voice whispers in my ear
To which world do I belong?
She cries but no one hears.

The stagnant air on a summer night
She leans over my face
I saw her through the window again
Walking at an eerie pace.

In the still deep hush of night
Your car, my house, no goodbye,
I will return to this crossroad
To meet this ghost in the corner of my eye.

© Hazel