my ghost friend

if i had a ghost friend
he would float at my right
breathe onto my face
to keep it clean and white

where i would wander
he would follow
stretch out my insides
to keep me hollow

my mouth would never open
i knew not to speak
that little ghost
so mild and meek

if i had a ghost friend
he would stumble to my left
and realize what he had done
i would try to forget

me and my ghost friend
we rise to the ceiling
me and my ghost friend
what a wonderful feeling