Ghost — NaPoWriMo Day #27 — a poem about otherworldly love and loss

Ghost.
Near sleep
and approaching dreams,
wispy white lips
brush my cheek;
leave a glittery dust
and a happy flush.

Tossing and turning
on downy pillows,
I accept the whisper of you,
the sliver that's left to view,
and I nestle into your silver,
cold and blunt and true.

I'll never comprehend
why you had to fade
to a different plane,
but where I could be bitter,
I will be better in every way.
More loving—more honest.
The girl who I was
when you were human too—
I'll carry her into tomorrow
and within your chalk line
she'll glow.

Smile of a child—
soul of a widow.
I will celebrate your spectre
until I too go shadow.

Ghost.
Woven through my bones—
through my hair—
through my nails.
How lucky I was
to love you.

Photo by: h heyerlein