Beautiful! It's really fascinating how the beginning of your poem begins as the ghost trying to comfort her friend and convince her/him to let her go. And then the second half she's begging to be remembered and let in. Ironic and beautifully sad how her friend has moved on and yet she cannot. And then in that case, maybe she's not a real at all. Maybe she's just a living in her friend's memory, and her friend is feeling guilty for forgetting? A memory ghost? It's almost like the poem its self is white noise, and the guilt eats away at her friend like a constant static.
January 17th, 2013 at 03:14am
