Ghost Boy

I didn't notice him.

not until it was nearly too late

I was just running along and then BAM, he was there.

I guess I was lucky there was no traffic,
for I surely would have been hit as I swerved onto the road,
out of his way.

Clad in black,
meandering down the footpath,
staying to the shadows.

What kind of person does that?

What kind of person, feels safe going for a stroll at ten o'clock at night?

I guess I'll never know.

For I looked back, and he had gone.
Poof.
Not a trace of him was to be found,
no foot steps were to be heard.

I guess I'll never know who he really was,
the black clad,
ten o'clock
ghost boy.