Loving a ghost
A quiet confession of falling in love—not with a person, but with a character born from imagination. This poem explores the longing, reflection, and self-discovery that come from holding onto someone who exists only in thought and story.
8/16/20251 min read
The day I knew I was in love,
not with a passing face on the street,
nor a shining name on a screen,
but with a soul spun from ink—
a character who never walked this earth,
yet breathed so fiercely in my heart.
I cradle you in thought,
keeping you alive between the pages
and the restless corners of my mind.
It frightens me—
to wonder if I’d ever have seen myself
so clearly,
if not through you.
Would I still rage at the world,
smoothing its edges to fit my will?
Or drift through empty mirrors,
chasing shadows of people
who never pause
to think of me?
