Ghosts In My Songs

In the orphanage there is a man who plays the piano.  He sings songs I've never heard.  I walked up to him and asked him what he sings about.  He sings about ghosts he tells me.  His song is sad, and it stays in my mind all day.  I think of my own ghosts.  Of my mother and my father.  Their are haunting me even though their still alive.  I see them walking through the streets, and to me they might as well be ghosts.  They don't talk to me.  They're in their own world.  And I think that now that I'm here in this place, that I'm okay with that.