Ghosts Don’t (free-form poem)

Ghosts Don’t (free-form poem)

Ghosts don’t mean to scare you
They want to be noticed
Remembered, recalled, reviewed.

Ghosts don’t want to be forgotten
(Would you?)
Sometimes, they play games –
Marbles on the stairs
Batter disappearing off spoons
Weird sounds in the closet or
Under the bed.

Ghost don’t mean to cause trouble.
They just want you to laugh
To think that rattled chains
Are funny
As they think chains are funny
And moans? The peak of ghost humor.

Ghosts don’t want to remember
Birthdays, or national anthems
But they do like old songs sung
Over their graves
And with proper gallows humor.

Ghosts don’t mind small voices
Little costumes and contagious laughs
The mad slap of tiny shoes
In herds
Up the concrete drive.

Ghosts don’t hate you
Or want you to leave
Or wish that you’d never
Inherited their home
They’re just lonely
Like you.

So put out some extra tea
Talk to empty rooms
Smile in the mirror
Over your left shoulder
And when your pets stare at nothing
Don’t pull them away.
They’re just confused
By unseen scratches
And that cold, whispered kiss.

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