I Dreamed Your Ghost Came

I dreamed your ghost came To say goodbye, if that was it- Because it was nothing that You said; you stared instead, And touched some things. Your eyes seemed far away And wise; I saw no pain there, No surprise. I spoke but You gave no reply. I hoped You still knew who I was- And hoped someday, You'd come again. When the dead come back To see the things they've left, And they are different than before, It's just they're in a different world; Peering through half-opened doors- Someday we'll go there too and find The reasons self seems left behind.