Ghosts

Are they all around us Living just natural Like you and me In a apparent shrouded community Brushing past us knowingly Touching our skin just to see To feel any sense of loss Any piece of skin Soaked wet with tears of pain How it must hurt them To know they have seen so many We will never see again To know what they know And not have the ability To push through It takes believing It takes something more out of this world To make the dead come to you My Mum could be in this room She could be watching over me But why cant she let me know That ghosts do exist And they're not ghosts They're loved ones who won't let go