While chasing your ghost, I became one myself.
Like a book collecting dust, I stayed hidden on the shelf.
Distance between my mind and reality growing.
The light of my own soul, slowing.
You took me with you, yet I am still here.
A shadow of myself, swallowed by regret and fear.
You were buried. It’s as if I were too.
I find myself asking, “what would Dad do?”.
While chasing your ghost, I became o...
