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Finding She

Finding Love With A Ghost In Japan

By Jason Ray Morton Published 4 years ago 1 min read
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

Walking through this life alone

I knew not what I was missing.

Longing to connect more than just through phone,

and knowing what I was without around couples kissing.

It was a solitary life I would lead,

never knowing true love.

Often sitting with books I would read

of people fitting together like a glove.

Studying in a foreign land

and never escaping the loneliness,

days disappeared like blowing sand

every day reminding life was a mess.

I'd escape from my solitude

only to move about amongst the sights.

Afraid of a connection seeming rude

if it were to avoid the lonely nights.

On and on I went, living in loneliness for a while.

Sitting at the bar,

I found my long-lost smile,

our eyes locked in unison, I saw you from afar.

The smile froze upon my face,

and I felt like a giddy young kid.

I'll forever be glad I walked into that place,

even if it was the worst thing I ever did.

Flush with excitement running through my soul,

feeling electricity that filled the room.

My legs got weak thinking of meeting, like a man suddenly old.

Yet, as I excitedly followed you, my heartbeat sounding like a boom.

You disappeared completely, as quickly as you appeared,

and I sought high and low to find your name,

feeling as if my heart was speared.

I knew from just that first locking of our eyes, life would never be the same.

Sketching your angelic face one night in the quiet of the bar,

wishing I could see your face,

at least to know who you are.

A bartender saw me sketch your face, told me you couldn't have been in that place.

To my heart, it didn't matter why

and inside I knew it was wrong.

I wanted to be with you until I die,

then he explained you're already gone.

Why, oh why, did you have to die

and boy was I a sight.

It all seems crazy, I won't lie.

With the ghost of Sun Li, I experienced love at first sight.

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About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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