Spooked.

We have been talking of graveyards and ghosts

Of the mysteries and the intangibles

Of fear and dark thoughts

And I somehow end up thinking

Of you, 

who left too early

And of you, 

who left it for too late

But most of all,

I think of you

Who didn't know you were gone

And I wonder

About what could have been

If our places were swapped

And I cannot but think

You think it too.