ghosting
i've always been more ghost than human
I will haunt the places I once roamed, loved. The magnolia trees will stay swaying to my will, the cats will stay crying at an empty corner. Passersby will smell the salt air, the jasmine, the suncream and wonder how they woke up closer to the sea. But it will just be me. My hair will still be found on the best seat on the train. The barista at my frequented cafe will swear she saw the glint of my necklace through the window. The home's new owner will complain of creaky floors and branches scratching the glass, but it will just be me, begging my way in like Peter Pan. Halloween will be my best time. I will scream in haunted houses at scared but suspecting visitors. After a century, I might retire to the beach I once cried to leave, watch the sand slide under my feet, but no print will stay.
I will never leave this earth.
Featured artwork: Flaming June by Frederic Lord Leighton