GHOST

I stand,

In the middle of this field.

The world around me,

Stands still.

The wind does not blow,

The trees do not sway,

The blades of grass do not dance,

The clouds have disappeared.

Time has frozen.

Then you walk,

Across the field.

I watch,

As you approach me.

When we come face to face,

I look away,

You are just an image in my mind,

Your memory haunts me.

When I look back up,

You’re gone,

The wind circles around me,

The trees sway left and right,

The grass rocks like the ocean,

The clouds run across the sky.

Time has returned.

I sigh,

And walk away.