Ghost, or On Living Unknown

I can't live without you

Warm, in and around,

Off your influence

You made it all not so difficult

But, with the comfort of relinquishing

Comes the discomfort of forgetting

This discomfort that drives me 

Up, up, up

Never relenting, jib-jabbering

I can't remember, and in 

My climbing and rising

Fog trails behind me

Suddenly, on impulse, quite by chance

I turn around

Where have I come from?

I stumble down to try and find the time 

Spent with you or before you

Fog, gray, nothing left to be found

I look forward, to the side

Where have I ended–

Some erased fragment of memory

If I am surrounded by nothing,

And nothing is around to see me,

Do I live unknown?