Ghost

Do Ghosts get to choose the sheets
They spend eternity
Draped in?

If they do,
Then when I go
I want to pick the ones
We shared
For many nights
Together.

But as I wander
Aimlessly
Until the end of time,
You’'ll see me drifting
Slightly
To the left

Because that’s the side you favored
And that’s the side
I will forever want to breathe in

To catch a whiff of your smell
To find a strand of your hair
To hope the blanket we used
On cold nights
Still holds your warmth
Long after
I am gone

For it is not the bed
Or my body
That I’ll miss the most
But rather the one
That was beside me