Went to visit my wife’s family for Easter. We had a great time, but it did put me a bit behind poetry-wise.  So tonight is a ghost story that has been fermenting in the back of my brain for a while.

Enjoy!

Alone No More?

The hour is late the lights are dim,
I walk alone and wait.
Each room is dark no one awake,
I hate this anxious state.

Excitement, fear and hope all vie,
Within my breast of mist.
Perhaps tonight will be the night,
So long since I’ve been kissed.

So many years since I had died,
So many years alone.
Have watched the loves and lives lived here,
Had no love of my own.

But now at last she senses me,
She feels I am near.
Yet unlike those who’ve gone before,
I sense in her no fear .

At last I draw near to her room,
She writes, she cannot sleep,
She feels a chill and shivers as,
Into her room I creep.

It tears my heart to see her thus,
With one foot on each side.
She wants to die but wants to live,
Which way will she decide?

I do not want to see her die,
To throw her life away.
Yet if she dies she’s here with me,
Together from from this day.

And so I sit and wait and watch,
As I watch every night.
I hope she’ll win where I did not,
I pray her choice is right.

Cheers, Winston