Malaika Albrecht
WHAT SOUNDS WILL YOU LEAN CLOSER TO HEAR?
I trailed the ghost down the stairs
on his nightly hauntings.
Instead of turning back to bed
when he slipped through
the front door, I followed him.
He walked into the woods
where it’s easy to be lost shadowing a ghost.
I snuck along the deer path behind him
thinking perhaps he knew I would.
I listened to each familiar foot fall
and worried about disappearing
and only existing in shadows and reflections.
He walked for a while not looking back
and then stopped at the creek bed.
Without a sound he crossed and left me
once again on the other side.
It was quiet until the rush
of an owl’s wings taking flight
emptied my mind of all other noise.
I stood there alone
and let the wind take my breath away.
Wild Goose Poetry Review 
That how it feels to be bereft. You said it simply and well.
I also had a dream like this poem; Where I observed two ghosts and I made the decision to let them take comfort in my precence which they sought by one curling up in the foot of my bed and the other standing still by my bed. Love this poem.
Not something to be resisted: the way wind carries the sound of loss.
I love how poetic the responses are! Just wow and thank you.
Your poem works for either personal loss or loss by others – perfectly ghostly.
Fairly effective, but without much that’s memorable, and I could do without “snuck” for “sneak.”