Ghost

Across the crowd, 
you stare at me.

My face flushes 
to a warm red; 
I break out a smile.

As you move 
towards me, 
the crowd 
vanishes in thin air.

The beating of my heart, 
quickens; 
the bones in my body, 
shiver.

My hands stretch out 
for an embrace; 
you pass right through me.

I’ve been a ghost all along.




This poem was originally published in “Welcome to the Sombre Days” (2018)

Jeremy Mifsud is a queer and autistic poet from Malta. Social ineptitude becomes a catalyst for his art as he weaves unsaid words into poems and stories. He is the author of the poetry collection Welcome to the Sombre Days (2018). More of his works appear or are forthcoming in Please Hear What I'm Not Saying(2018), TerseLittle Lion LiteraryConstellate Magazine, and others. You can read more of his work at www.poetrybyjeremy.wordpress.com and Twitter, @poetrybyjeremy.

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