The Ghost She Left Behind

The world got caught under her breath They could never hear her precious mumbling, only realized when she left One second she was there One second she was floating in timeless air In a wisp of whimsical space She would show her elegant face A polaroid of a perfect smile Commanding regretful tears and remembrance of all the distant years Her blood was on the hands of many, No one predicted the coming tragedy Her life not quite a blissful blur But rather a silent stab of sadness She left no note or collective clues That might have calmed you No lying lyrics that provoked pointless pity in Some that might have said torturing her was comedy She only left a small reminder to anyone who could find her And that is this… “Dying is easy my friend, living is harder.”