They Found Six Fingers

I'll say goodbye,
I'm leaving town,
I'm checking out 
a hole I found,
beneath the bleachers
where I died,
the only time I really tried
to breach the rift,
"twixt here and there,

they found six fingers
and some hair,
from when I teleported home,
they always thought
I left alone,
but I took seven souls along,
to clear the path,
and sing our song,

  Remember when I begged 
your kiss?
relinquished all ,to say I missed
going somewhere to the dance,
enticed you with a new romance?

  But you were older and refused,
to sacrifice the world you'd lose
To tell me I was not a ghost,
You know ,it's me,
I miss
the most.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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