Ghost

I am a ghost
I sneak around the corners
I cling to objects
I haunt people.
During the early morning
I burst into tears
I materialize
I undo myself
Dying
In despair.
I'm memory
I'm a story
Or a reverie,
Someone's exaggeration
With some fear.
But for attentive eyes
I occupy spaces where there is
no one.
If I exist or
I do not exist
It depends on a point of view.
Even for the most skeptical eye
I'll always be a flea behind the ear
A Nightmare's night
Or a daily souvenir
Attached to problems
Or to moments
A regret
A sigh
A whisper
Or someone's fragment



Andressa Liz