I feel I never told you

the story of the ghost

that I once knew and talked to

of whom I'd never boast



for this was my big secret

how I'd get ahead

and never have to worry

I'd call him instead



his answer came in actions

he never spoke a word

or maybe I laid down the phone

before he could be heard



I somehow feel forsaken

like he had closed the door

I guess I just stopped needing him

as much as once before



but maybe he's still with me

the latch was left unhooked

he's waiting in the wind and rain

I simply haven't looked