That day I saw your ghost walk in, and come up to me.

I stared in disbelief with tears in my eyes.

As clear as day you came up and put your arm through mine, looked up at me and smiled.

I knew though your were just an image.  A ripple.  The apparition of a memory gone.

In God’s house I prayed
In God’s house I wept.

That black dress that clung to your shape, so vivid.  Every inch of you I had memorized, and rightfully so.

I put every drop of my life in your hand.

To this day, I’m empty, in parts that should be full.

When these things bubble to the top, it’s never pleasant.

Ever.