Ghost Poem by J.R. Holmes

I'm so sorry, my friend.
So sorry I keep fading,
Fading away from you;
Leaving myself colorless
In our color book.
I have left you nothing
But a ghost —
A ghost, in your memory, of a friend
Deceased.

I'm sorry I couldn't hold on to you.
That's because…
Because…I need time,
Time to sand off those restricting rocks.

Time to liberate,
Liberate myself from those memories
That still confine me.

And when I crush free from the rocks —
Please, my cherished friend, please color me back
So that I will no longer be a ghost
Ever again
In our color book.