I Couldn't Be More Wrong

I heard the ghost long before I saw her.
I was the only one who could hear her
and I think she knew it.
Believing she was lonely
my aim was to keep her company.
I wouldn't talk directly at her
I didn't want to spook her
so I pretended to engage in self-talk
and offered veiled messages
I hoped she'd decipher.
I know that must sound funny,
worrying about spooking a spook
but as I felt a heavy sadness permeating
I wanted to do all I could to ease her pain.
I needn't have bothered, however
for as I learned to my everlasting horror
I couldn't be more wrong about
what it was she wanted.