tonight I am just
a ghost

haunting you vaguely
rattling my chains
only slightly

so that you’ll say
‘oh it’s only the wind.’

I have no need
to linger here

I am a stranger now
to you

(I will always be)

but I remember
when you sang those
songs for me

and every word
I wrote was
for you

but tonight I’m just
a creak in your floorboard

a summer breeze off
the water

a crossed-out name
on a scrap of paper

and I wonder,
was I ever there at all?