Seance Poem by grace mariner

And the ghost asks...
If I would walk away from you, would you call after me?
Would the gentleman in you let me go, claiming no right to ask me to stay?
And the ghost wonders...
Am I just a ghost in the fog?
Am I invisible to you except for those occasional glimpses when the darkness pulls you down like an anchor?
And the ghost says...
That arms length you keep me at feels like 1,000 miles to me.
Your secrecy is oppressive!
Like all ghosts, I want to be a part of you...to belong in some part of life.
So the ghost asks again...
If I could walk away from you, would you call after me?
Call for me, scream my name!
Search for me!
Find me, even in the fog and the mist and the dark!
I only exist for you, because of you