The Ghost of Her

The ghost of her, haunts me forever,

I will not be at peace in life, never.

When I am alone, I felt a hand, touching,

Was it her, I was just thinking.

When I am asleep, I hear my name called,

Was it her, I wanted to move but stalled.

When in dreams, I see someone always,

Was it her, I wish she forever stays.

When I walk, I see a shadow next to mine,

Was it her, as I see her presence, is it a sign.

When I am in the dark, I felt a good vibe,

Was it her, I am unable to describe.

Do ghosts of living people exist?

Or is it memories that I'm unable to resist.

Is it my mind, that is keeping her alive,

With the ghost of her, don't know how I will survive?

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.