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The perfectGhost

Here I lie awake
With you in your bed
My fingers gently drawing through
the hair upon your head
I whisper loves sweet nothings
quietly in your ear
The words are short and crisp
the meaning there is clear
Then you turn around
and stare into my face
Your movements they are even
and made with such a grace
You stretch out a loving hand
You are the perfect host
It doesn’t make any contact
because I am a ghost
The ghost of the husband
Who once shared your mind
A husband that was loving
caring, and kind
A partner with such feelings
that will never go away
Whose ghost will be there with you
Every single day

justwilliam 2013