The last 3 letters of the spring

It's my turn to play coward
Run away and hide my bones
Just to kiss the face of a scarifying Casper
playing a crowd—he was too
just a boy once
forgotten by fate

Or, at least
stay there 
where there is no sign of death or gravestones
in between
How dreadful of me to get horny for a ghost
I think about you often when I...