I see an occasional ghost
on my walks [she’s alone
apart from her wraithlike
dog] – I notice her ageing
[ghosts fade] – Each time
she is more transpicuous
[as if light is eroding her]
Forlorn spectres suffer so
[in my experiences] – She
moves with that sadness
which will not vacate [I’ve
read of such things] & it’ll
pull at her insipid essence
[until she is not haunting]