AI art by me.

It feels just like some unseen host,

Has come and carved you like a ghost.

Ghosted IS the usual phrase,

For this sadness and malaise,

Not a clue nor even word,

Blocked, deleted, it’s absurd.

Left with questions in the night,

What did I do wrong? What slight?

All was well when went to bed,

Waking up to loss instead.

Not a single explanation,

No goodbye or sigh of patience,

What as all that talk of Love?

Vaporized like smoke above.

Phantom pains in severed limb,

Wonder what became of him?

Close the app, move on with life,

Just another day of strife.

Jon Grey 3/3/25