His Ghost Haunts Me So Poem by The Muse

I see him in the distance
I feel him in the air
I feel a feeling
I really can't compare

Some nights he drives a bus
The others he is up the wall
God please help
It's gonna be a great fall


He watches me I swear to God
I know his peas from the pod
He may be that pesky neighbour
With feelings of Arbor

Perhaps he just uses that dark car
Or a telescope through the door
Perhaps he spams my mailbox
Isn't he that cunning fox

Somedays I hear the phone bells
Tis his voice I cannot miss
I dream still of his virtual kiss

His poems and his words
Are in my heart mere swords
Scourging and healing
My soul from the very insides

My ghost still watches me
I feel him in the air
This lifetime cannot compete
With a feeling so rare