Moonlight Ghost Resemblance

Tears flow in torrents, spasmodic gulp and shiver, I weep aloud when haunted by some moonlight ghost resemblance my dead cousin’s fleeting angel halo to the fore. Shrouded in a haze of mournful rupture, knowing that our deepest wounds precede the grim acknowledgement of threadbare memory, feeble consolation as we quietly sulk. We dull persistent ache with fond ephemera, evanescent lifespan’s meek recall for bygone echo, a funeral cortège hymn beneath our mortal passage.