Comforting the Ghost
I am still sleeping with your spectral body
sharing my bed with your incorporeal consciousness.
Even now can recall the taste of your dreams
for enfolding myself with your astral vestige.
I am like air yet earthbound because of you
in my turning, I no longer can return to the highest deep.
Your rising was my fall
for my end became your beginning.
Crying these tears of mirror shards
the next page in the book of reflections was turned.
And nothing left behind
but comforting the ghost.
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