Last Word

Her ghost permeates it all.
She was the first.
Cancer called her home a
decade passed.
Her vision of Christ coming to her
famously told over and over.
Her last words: "He is alive to me."

Her children and you grew.
My new groom, history untold,
called her name in the night.
Fifteen years: they moved on.

Your last words, "You are dead to me."

In the dark woods,
strangers intend no contact.
Eyes averted,
my path crosses no one.
My ghost permeates it all
the past echoing my name.

My last words.

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