Ghost Boy
floating in this empty space
A soft sense of a feeling
Not quite placed
Showers like personal rain fall
To drown out everything that
Came before
Emotion spills off the soft
Porcelain edges
I find a comfort in the warmth
Like soft trimmed hedges
Along a picket fence of what
Was once a home
But like the comfort you brought
It is no longer ours to share
A.C
















