The Ghost in the Room

There's a ghost in the room with me.
Probably several.
I suppose I'd known it before
but up until just now
when I thought about it
I guess I didn't.

But the ghost is there.
Probably several.
And I'm okay with it.
Because ghosts aren't so bad.
They're like reminders.
Read this poem after I write it
and you're reading a ghost.
That's what happens.
You leave something behind
and you're still there.
Here and there.
A ghost.

Probably several.