Ghost

I don’t call people friends easily.

I don’t attach quickly.

I don’t let myself care too much.

Somewhere along the way

I grew into a ghost.

I observe quietly.

I avoid eyes that linger too long.

I keep my guard up

while others gossip,

tearing apart names that aren’t present.

I walk away knowing

this isn’t for me.

I would rather sit

in a calm, empty classroom,

sunlight spilling into the darker corners,

books open,

songs moving softly through the air.

Maybe a quiet presence beside me.

Not talking much.

Just being.

I read somewhere once,

“While finding the right person,

don’t forget to have fun with the wrong ones.”

But I don’t know how to do that.

In the end,

I am left with people I can talk to,

but not experience life with.

A.V