Creaky Floor Boards

Yesterday I saw you sitting on your bed

scratching at your sparse hairs atop your head

you got up and I was startled by the sound

since my feet hasn’t touched the ground floorboards neither

but that volume raised a recollection

How the earth or wooden surface feels like

I forgot its been so long since I heard that familiar song

Old houses and unsteady cement would make

When it tried to bare all the burdens carried by the livings weight

Though I'm non existence I carry memories

Heavy enough I’d still float in the sea

Oh, yea Where was I?

I saw you and you didn't see me but you reminded me of what living feels like when your dead inside

Now as a ghost I don't have to hide all my awful shame all my living problems cease to exist

Thought I'd write you this poem before you decided to live like this.