Your ghost stopped by again.

I thought he’d moved on to bigger

things, thought he’d

given up on me so he could

pursue more worthy causes,

but he, like me, had to test and see

if he could rekindle the

spark. Even now, when it can’t

do one bit of good. Even

now, when we can’t cross

the borders of our worlds.

He stood at first in dark corners

watching. I felt his eyes.

He didn’t speak, didn’t

feel so comfortable as before, but

oh, how full I felt while he

was here, how happy. There

is no moving away from you,

no recovery. No happy

ending here.

by Cher Bibler