Lilting laughter in the ghostly fog
as my footsteps echo down the road...
She skips behind me,
sometimes alongside me
though i 've never seen her face before,
just a glimmer from up on the stairs
as she watches the t.v;
sometimes a shimmer from her hair
as she nods her head, preparing to leave;
a soft rustle of her dress as she fades into nothingness
And i don't care if you don't believe
for this is one of the few things i know
Why she has chosen me to be the one
she allows herself to show
is something i can only guess and believe,
as she does not speak to me,
but she is there, this i know
Two ghosts walking together
down the side of the road...
10-25-10
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