Ghost

The dark room is suffocating.
This hasn't been my home
for a long time.
I am not even a guest,
I am barely a ghost.

A ghost from the past,
crying out
over nostalgic ponderings,
memories of pain long gone,
but lingering.

Pain makes this place feel
so familiar
as I fade into the shadow
of who I once was.

And I fade with
the memories,
with time,
with this place,
like a ghost, loosely bound to earth,
longing to leave,
to be finally free,
but lost on the way
to another place.

And nothing ever happens.

And nothing ever changes.