Ghost

There is a ghost in me, the ghost of me,
who I once was, how I never could be
I live with him, I live without myself,
in complicity that’s not harmony.

ghost, testamentary of here-before,
of how my life fell apart even as 
I was just starting to find it a shape 
ghost who remembers and does not divulge

the ghost and I are both myself, yet we
do not ag…