I feel I never told you
the story of the ghost
that I once knew and talked to

of whom I'd never boast
for this was my big secret
how I'd get ahead

and never have to worry
I'd call him instead


his answer came in actions
he never spoke a word
or maybe I laid down the phone

before he could be heard

I somehow feel forsaken

like he had closed the door
I guess I just stopped needing him
as much as once before


but maybe he's still with me
the latch was left unhooked

he's waiting in the wind and rain
I simply haven't looked