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