We ran out
of time.
We could have
grown together.
You kept your promise.
You have been here,
you protected me,
and cared for me.
You showed me honesty.
I do not know why
your ghost
and myself are so different.
But I do know
I must
see your name,
say goodbye.
But lying forlornly
on my bed is
your
beautiful striped scarf.
I keep staring at it-
but it's real.
You forgot your scarf.
