klara[dot]nz

Prompt: Ghost

Rushing out to dry those frozen tears

In the snow by that empty campfire,

I hope your crying melted me a little,

Maybe even eased your fears.

What if you'd dropped it? Talked to me,

(Instead of being a liar)

Brought me in, showed me a giggle,

Hot chocolate and a blanket, some arrears.

I just wanted to be with you.

I don't even know that you cared.

I'm just a horror, a tragedy.

Your biggest mistake.

It's getting cold out here -

If only I could ask

Why'd you do it?