I asked your ghost where it would

go after I was done with it.

It smiled, a strange smile.

I said, Will you just go back to

him, are you like a shadow

always behind him?

It said, No, Cher, I am a

memory, I’ll be right here,

when you’re gone I’ll live with

your ghost.

(I didn’t even know I had a ghost.)

I said, Don’t worry, that’s a long

time off.

I can’t imagine living without

your ghost.

It loves me better than you ever did.

by Cher Bibler