Ghost
He stands behind her
His hand reaching out
To move her hair to the side
And place his hand on
Her shoulder
Yet she moves a few step forward
Before he’s able to do so
The woman glances behind her
And feels a cold sensation
When he touches her
Yet all she can see is
Air
She kneels down at the tombstone
And gently places the bouquet
Of roses on the grass
Then sits on a nearby stump
And begins to talk to the gravestone
The husband listens to every
Word
And though he wishes
He could speak
And comfort her
He does not
He’s just a ghost after all
The figure of her vanishes
And the husband is thrust back
By invisible forces
He closes his eyes as
His body relaxes
And lands on soft clouds
He looks ahead at
The staircase leading to heaven
The golden doors ready
To welcome him in
Somewhere down below
His wife is at peace too
Copyright © Roni Al | Year Posted 2025
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