My favorite ghost…

How do I love you without knowing who you are?

Present and elusive, distracted but aware.

Your energy could be dangerous, but all I feel is a warmth that I reflect and embrace.

Your visits are scattered across the days and blur into a swail that lingers undefined.

My light is yours for the waking, my heart – yours for the breaking.

My soul – yours for the taking.

So promise me, we’ll walk together, when I get to the other side.