A Ghost's Point Of View
One day while walking down the stair,
A man saw me, though I wasn't there.
He had the same hallucination next day.
And asked me to please go away.

Each night he'd walk by at three.
Though all alone, he'd still see me.
He'd stop to look at me, though I wasn't there.
Then he'd continue on down the stair.

At the bottom of the stair, he stopped at the hall.
Looked around but didn't see me at all.
He yelled back to where I wasn't anymore,
"Go away! But don't slam the door!"

I couldn't leave my place on the stair,
For since I had died I haven't been there.
And so I await tomorrow at three,
When I won't see him, but he'll see me.

-- © Jesse Chisholm, October 8th, 2016
Inspired by Antigonish by William Hughes Merns, who was inspired by stories of a ghost in his town.
Yesterday, upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.

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