Jacobe

It has been so long word mincer
Master of past and present
Teacher who named me 
Sin eater
I miss you 
You saw what in my limited experience 
I could not yet see 
I seek you now unfairly 
I took far too long to understand
But have always cherished every word 
Because wisdom is yours to give
Hidden or clear
 it is yours 
Sapho 
Gilgamesh
And Kirkragard 
Were your method
But the eyes were your tools
Or my mirror 
I miss our talks

What is a ghost with a name?