The ghost that haunts my dreams.
She reminds me of loss procured
and agony afflicted
like ash seeking embers.
Your laugh still in the air
but your hugs and love cut off from this earth.
A fate unkind,
as though taunting me into despair.
At times would that I’d trade places
so you can embrace loving faces
but who’s to say you wouldn’t hurt more
while struggling for air once for sure.
I see your innocent aura in the eyes of a kin;
who is of my blood,
not afflicted by the world she’s in.
She gives hope of better days, —
where we can stare at the skies,
brought to peace by the sound of rain & wind.
May the gods be kinder to her
than they were to you.
Would that they remember you
and atone for their premature cruelty;
a redemption of theirs that I can accept for sure.
May your wings protect me from certain doom.
My house, for you, always saves room.
This is adieu as my eyes are like stone
and thank you for assuring that I’m not truly alone.
