I don’t belong anywhere
My presence is accounted for
Not craved or needed
These relationships exist only in ether
Dissipating like a summer shower
Without the resulting humidity
Where’s the proof it passed through at all?
I hope I leave things more colorful than I found them
That I water them in the same way
My cracked, charred soil craves, needs
A change of scenery, yet still
Ghosts always find their way back
Back by my side
Where they belong
Where they’re needed