Uncrossed Lover

oujbrdhisghostShe sets flowers on his grave.
It’s where she left him.
Where she wants him to be.
But his ghost won’t remain.

Candlelight and spirit boxes.
Where static cuts through cold night air,
Exploring fissures in the veil.
Giving voice to the dead.

She asks him why,
And in the back of her mind
He tells her he can’t let go;
Wants her to stay with him always.

Long nights and lonely hands
Gently follow planchette guiding
Tearful cries begging him to go;
To cross over.

From the other side
He spells out
“I will never let you go.
You will always be mine.”

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About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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