The other day, while sitting by a window
I saw your ghost walk by.
I nearly lost myself, I was so surprised
ready to come over to your side.
Can the dead hear it when I speak?
When I call out your naming in passing?
Your effigy appears to me like a medium
it states we have much left to say
I don't posses the strength to channel your image
but yet and still I await your vision, like a dream
ghosts haunt me when I sleep, and the dead speak to me in the day
If only I could, take back the day you died to me.
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