The Ghost
I’ve fallen in love with a ghost
Or so it would have seemed.
He only ever comes out when
I feel the need to scream.
He follows me to my classes
Or watches from afar.
And though he never comes home, I
Always leave the door ajar.
Whenever I try to tell him
How much he means to me,
The only answer I’m met with
Is my own serenity.
And I know I shouldn’t bother.
I don’t know why I try.
But he’s a puzzle I can’t solve.
He’s the rain in July.
I’ve fallen in love with a ghost
Who doesn’t seem to care.
For he’s only by my side when
I’m ripping out my hair.
He will kiss my anemic cheeks
Though he hates the taste of salt.
And the windowsill looks tempting
But I know it’s not his fault.
He’ll tell me that he loves me and
He’ll promise that he’ll stay,
But liars never change because
He’s gone by the next day.
And I know I shouldn’t bother.
I don’t know why I try.
But still, I’ll keep the door open
In hopes that he’ll stop by.
Posted Mar 17, 2022, 5:31 PM UTC
I love this poem. I think the idea is great, I just have a few suggestions.
All in all, I very much love this idea. Good work!
Ah! Firstly, yes I do admit, I did want to fit the July line into there somewhere, which is why it comes out a bit out of the blue, and secondly, I did realise that serenity probably wasn't the correct word to use in that case haha. That's entirely on me.
But thanks for the constructive feedback! Really appreciate it :)
I suggest "rainfall in July", it fixes the rhythm and maintains your intention, feel free to completely disregard that