He wanted to be a ghost,
A whisper, a shadow,
Following me around.
As if I would let him.
He loved me,
And I tore him apart,
Not because I wanted to
But because that's what I am.
I am a monster who creates ghosts.
But I neither want nor need another ghost.
I have too many of them already,
And I don't want to be afraid to turn around.
He is different from my other ghosts.
I'm not happy to let him fade;
I can't bear the idea of him becoming a ghost.
And yet, he's the first to want it.
He thinks it would be best if he faded away,
Only reappearing when needed.
But I can't let that happen,
Because I need him always.
And I need him as more than a ghost.
