Don’t you just wish sometimes you saw a ghost?
Walking through the park at dusk I saw a white haired man
from the corner of my eye.
I turned and looked at him. He was still,
quietly sitting on the bench at a distance.
I looked away ahead towards my destination.
And then I thought to myself wouldn’t it be cool if he wasn’t there
If I turned to look at his direction again?
And I did look that way and he was there.
I felt bad for wishing him gone.
He hadn’t done anything wrong.
He just reminded me of a ghost.