I felt the shadow of a boy,
or was it just a gust of wind?

Almost as if I could feel his presents beside me,
despite me,
I looked behind me,
but there was nothing to be seen.

Yet I could fell his breath on my back,
then I heard a loud crack,
as I snapped back,
to reality.

The coldness of the still,
and the openness of my willingness,
to believe I was hearing a ghost boy.

I felt his presents in the room,
and thought that I was doomed,
till I sentenced him winking at me
from the door way.

Then he was no more.

-By Josephine Writes