The tale of the ghosts

It isn't much, I ask of you.
You haven't much to give
And so I bring the very least
Our friendship needs to live.

Yet what I ask is still too much,
I never thought you'd say.
"It isn't fair to ask of me,
Cause He made me this way."

I miss you, friend, too much for words.
I want you to come home.
I never can forget the past
And now I walk alone.

This place,  this town, it eats alive
The ones I love the most.
And I alone am left to tell
The tale of all these ghosts.