I’ve been walking all alone,
through the places I’ve walked before.
In search of something that I really don’t know.
I’ve been meeting all of them,
Though they do not seem to know,
That I’m already mingling about with them.
I stretch my hand to reach out to them
But it’s so funny that my grips are missed.
I try so hard to figure out why,
But then I hear the voices cry.
Calling my name,which made me sigh,
With a silent prayer , I see me lie.
In response to today’s word prompt Ghost