Ghost

i am not here.
today, i am a ghost.
wouldn’t that be wonderful?

i could
make a cup of coffee… sit quietly in my corner of the couch, pretending to read… take a shower, translucent.
i am a ghost.
would you mind if i hid? just for one day?
i could
attempt to heal the wounds i gathered being torn apart limb by limb.
i could
not worry… for my thoughts would be translucent, too.

would you miss me?
if i were a ghost?

i am.
i am a ghost today.