Ghost

She stands there every day

On the corner, patiently waits

For him to arrive

To help her feel alive

Her heart begins to pound

All around her is the sound

Of trucks, buses, and cars

She alone is among the stars

Soon enough he passes by

Looking at the sky

As it begins to rain

He prays to see her once again

He cannot see her there

Walks through her like the air

Of all this world she misses most

Not living as a ghost