Had I been an apparition
I would haunt the library
Gliding along the dark nooks
Looking for my past in the rusty books
I would frequent the hilly terrain
Where I had strolled every morning
Listening to the noise of the lone bee
And the thunder of the nearby sea.
I would revisit my email
Where I had spent countless hours
Waiting for acknowledgement and approval.
I would search for my wet pillow,
Which had witnessed my unfulfilled dreams
And unsatisfied desires.