The Ghost of Him

An invisible being follows me,
haunting my every move.
Carrying a strong force
a certain light that lingers in my eyes.
But no one else sees it,
they walk by hating it, not accepting,
wanting it dead.
But me...I feel love.
No not like that,
I care more than I can explain.
For it holds this entity,
this amazing sensation of the past.
His exact ghost,
everything about it....
reminds me of him.
An incredible musician
as close to a poet like he.
Speaking to each other for hours at a time,
and risk so much together.
Everyone is against us being friends,
us loving each other the way we do.
But yet we get through each day,
being yelled at, beaten, hated...
we still hold on.
Now tell me....
why can I do this
when I don't love you the way I loved him.
Maybe because you're the real thing,
yet only a ghost...
the ghost of him.