Ghost I saw your ghost again tonight. It would not let me be. Am I the one who’s haunting you, or are you haunting me? Is it my fevered, longing heart that calls you back to sight? That summons your remembered face to hold you in the light? Or is it you who chooses to come close, within my reach to keep alive what we once knew when equal, each to each? I have no fear — your ghost dispels the loneliness in me. Whatever brings your presence, you are welcome company. D. A. Prince If you have any comments on this poem, D. A. Prince would like to hear from you.