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
