ghost

i feel i never told you, the story of the ghost, that i once knew and talked to, of whom i'd never boast, for this was my big secret, how i'd get ahead, and never have to worry, i'd call him instead, his answer came in actions, he never spoke a word, or maybe i laid down the phone, before he could be heard, i somehow feel forsaken, like he had closed the door, i guess i just stopped needing him, as much as once before, but maybe he's still with me, the latch was left unhooked, he's waiting in the wind and rain, i simply haven't looked