Ghost

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