Someone There

I feel there's a ghost hovering over my shoulder
always making me believe that there's someone there
breathing down my neck in erratic bursts
their presence so light, my hair stands tall
chilling me to the core.
But I turn my head
to find always an emptiness so hard to swallow
like some type of miracle pill
clinging to the wall of my throat.
For it was nothing more
than the mist of my dismembered brain, spewing out
shattered long before
flawed are the pieces that I've glued back together in vain.
With a mind so broken
how silly of me to think there would actually be
someone real in the flesh beside me.