The Ghost

I saw a ghost yesterday

   She was at the coffee shop I go to

She was just sitting there

     Sipping her tea

With her back to me

    I swear she was a ghost

With pale skin and red hair 

    All I could was try not to stare

(I didn’t want to be rude

   And she did seem like the type of ghost with some attitude)

I’m sure there was spice in her ghost tea

    It was strange, though

I think she was calling to me 

. . . Yes, I think she was softly calling to me

   Reaching out

As if she was . . .

    Sad

Terribly sad

   As if she had fallen in love with the wrong man 

And that I might be the only person who could truly understand

    What she has gone through

It was as if I had known her in a past life 

   Before she was dead

And before I had my injury to my head

   And lost all of my courage

Yes . . . I swear I knew her back then 

    But I’m not sure I truly saw her 

I wasn’t really paying attention

   I think she was a witch in another story, but which witch was this witch, and in which story, I can’t be sure

It’s all a blur up here

    Anyway, I think I felt her walk by right by me

But I kept my nose in my book because I was scared to look her in the eyes

   I had the weirdest feeling that I would surely turn to wood, if this witch ghost looked into my eyes

I felt a chill and slightly ill

   As she brushed my by side 

. . .

I think I’ll miss this witch ghost.

-CH 5/12/25