Ghosted

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We were always ghosts, somehow.

Nearby, yet often invisible. 

A quiet haunting of small talk

And looks exchanged in passing,

When no one else was in the hallway. 



Immaterial, until a Summer night by the lake

when we took form.

No longer invisible. 

On the mirrored water, we saw ourselves, once. 



But as sunrise drives ghost to grave, 

So we returned, and remained, disembodied wraiths. 

Now silent. 

Without a funeral, am I bound here? An anchored vapor? 

Some suggestions:

s. 1:  pretty perfect as is

s. 2:

Immaterial, until a Summer night by the lake
when we took form, no longer invisible.
We saw ourselves once on the mirror of the water .

s.3:


But as sunrise drives ghost to grave, 
we again became disembodied wraiths. 
Are we bound here? Anchored vapors? 

s.4


Years have passed.  
But now, your picture appears, and I am reminded… 
And it seems you are still here, somehow.

I think the last stanza is the weakest.  My suggestion doesn't really change that.  I'd work on that one a bit more.

TqB