My Ghost

Tenderness and love was all in their reach
An omen spoken 
To live in fear and stand still in the night
A guardian angel placed in their room
But who was to know of the darkness 
Their short time together wouldn’t last all night
The darkness of gloom took him away
Lost in limbo, alone and sad
Standing looking at himself still covered in blood.

She lay there with him for the very last time
Hoping and praying that the world was not passing by.
It was not to be and no farewells spoken
His body was gone but not the love
Empty spaces all in a daze
He tried to get back to touch her one last time
He needed to be there 
Complete with her but it wasn’t to be
In desperation he did reach out
And found the angel standing firm
She took him away from the one he loved

The light shone bright one late night
This time it was for real.
His love for her shined as he stood by her side
Then farewells were spoken with nothing to hide
I love you she said as the penny fell for the last time
Ditto he said to an empty shell
Then they took him slowly away without a backward glance.

He left this world knowing love and meaning
And she loved no other
Life doesn’t last forever so make it count
Live for today for the darkness of gloom is always out there
Friends and lovers pass like ships in the night
Sometimes never to pass this way again
So grab what you can and try to make it last forever
Happiness is short lived and the ride stops for no one.

Written by Diane Hunter and Bob Meader
© Meader Hunter 2001
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Meader Avatar
July 18, 2009 at 3:12 PM
Thank you, it was a pleasure writting with Diane, we only wrote two pieces. Thank you for your kind comments I will pass this onto Diane.
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July 18, 2009 at 2:57 PM
Incredible poem, Bob! And the message comes through loud and clear. We have to make the most of every moment. Anyone who has lost a loved one will confirm this. You and Diane produced a masterpiece! Love, Carolyn
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