Ghost Song (Poetry)

Mine is a tender haunting — do not dream
that Death has severed every loving tie —
I’m here beside you still, I watch and pray
you’ll glimpse my face or hear a passing sigh,
some vision meant to melt and soothe away
the ache of separation — shock’s extreme
lassitude — I share your suffering
in silence, fearing I can’t change a thing.

I can’t appear and make your sad heart see —
invisible, I have no earthly form —
but hover near you, thinking of the bliss
when we once touched, corporeal and warm,
and planned out lives — a world away from this
divided state, a cold reality
the Fates dictated cruel and sudden death —
our future cheated, cut off like a breath.

I sense the weight of sorrow, louring grief
hangs grey and dreary, suffocates your room
despite what healing thoughts I might transmit —
soul energy — you’re frozen in the tomb
my ghost escaped from. In despair, you sit
gazing blankly, brooding, past belief
in all things but the pain that lingers on
and wishing you could follow where I’ve gone.

But I am here — if only you could read
faint patterns traced in shadow and in dust —
I’m in the air around you, a stopped breeze
that yearns to ruffle, scatter your distrust
and make brief contact, cool your mind’s unease
as fog banks lift and psychic tides recede,
allow us one exchange — those last goodbyes
impatient Death so callously denied.

I cannot leave you yet, nor break the bond
that binds us — as in life, I wear your ring
and keep each promise, every sacred vow.
I smile at you — a sweet remembering
of time we shared, our passion that is now
history. But Love survives beyond
all barriers. I haunt you constantly
and call your name in hope you’ll answer me.