Ghost World

The problem is that everyone who ever cared about me is dead.

Well, not necessarily literally dead, but 
passed on into another life

Another world

A world without me in it.

But
By that measure, perhaps I'm dead as well.

Perhaps I'm the only one who's dead.

It certainly seems that way very often.

Like a ghost,
I can see the world, yet remain invisible to it

I linger near, yet can never touch

I hear, yet can never join in the laughter.

(March 5, 2014)