A Ghost
Was that a shadow going by?
Who was that person?
I will never know.
There's that light again.
Come now, woman, you're seeing things.
There's no such thing
As a ghost.
And yet, that feeling came again.
I thought I felt something brush
Against me.
No, it can't be.
But if it is, who can it be?
He's never come to
Haunt me. I wonder why.
Why didn't he?
I don't understand.
I know he loved me
And I loved him.
I will put him in
A special place in
My mind and heart.
But I must go on
And make me a new life.
I know that he'll understand.
This Poems Story
I felt a little strange one night. This poem was a reflection of my first husband, and how I felt when he died.
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