Spectre

I've seen a ghost.
Three times now. Just the one.
She sits in the corner and just smiles.
Not that creepy horror movie smile that makes you want to peel your own skin off just to stop it crawling, but a gentle smile. A loving, warm, comforting smile. One you'd expect to see shaping a mothers lips.

Yes, I've seen a ghost. I don't know who she was, or who she is now. I don't know why she's here, or why she chose me, but it's exhilaratingly comforting to know, even when alone, I have someone.
To know the lost never really leave us and that the beauty in them shines forth, like a beacon from their soul, and projects the most dazzling imprint of whispers of life.

Yes I've seen a ghost, and I think she has seen me too.