WHERE IS CASPER?/

I gave the future a ring

expecting to hear a friendly voice.

It was answered by someone familiar yet distant

with a tone so unsure, I felt like I was talking to a stranger.

What was I thinking?

Trying to pass off the past as future.

The voice that spoke was from a time long over.

It ended even before it began.

Memories are dead.

They are but a shadow of their former selves...

haunting in times of darkness.

I smiled and laughed and put on a conversation,

but when I put the phone down, I died just a little.

I miss my friendly ghost.