My Ghost, a poem by Michael Ball at

My Ghost

My Ghost

written by: Michael Ball



Not since 9 of youth
have I had belief
in after-this-life.
Certainly not those
hell and heaven myths.

Yet, while living I
adore loving you,
as surely as bald
cypress trees deeply,
steadily suckle
sustaining water
from their dismal mire.

Hence, were I wrong and
sense anything and
anyone after
my body quits, I
surely shall visit
with you at the night.

A simple promise
kept or a haunting?
You will know, if you
sense my touch or kiss.

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