Ghost Writer

I am my own ghost writer
to the life I never chose,
attempting to erase errors
every time I live in past tense.
My story remains incomplete
because I obsess over
punctuation until it's too late
and I end up going back.

When you picked me up,
you accepted my mistakes.
You didn't skim through
or skip to the very end.
You didn't read me like a draft
that needed an edit,
or scanned each page
just to find where you fit in.

You keep me close to you,
on your bedside table,
and slowly, you bunny-ear
your favourite parts of me.
You help me look forward
by gifting me blank paper,
then watching my ghost rest
as our story writes itself.