His ghost

(c) Brina

His ghost lingers on

in every thought she ever thought

like a love that wasn’t to be

like the soul mates who never meet

like the thirsty earth wailing for heaven’s moist mouth

like a familiar stranger that eyes behold just once

like a fragrance that invokes the aching past

like a rainbow bubble that would a moment last

like a dream that has faded to forgetfulness

like a blushing rose that withers and dies

before it could exchange hands.

His ghost lingers on and on and on…