A Ghost

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A Ghost

A ghost

that pants

and breathes

on my neck

that sends chills

running up my spine

and raises the hairs on my arms

 A ghost

whispering

softly in my ear

reminding me of life

after death is a true thing

a spirit without a body not to

be forgotten because it is not seen

 A ghost

configuring

in front of me

as a misty curvy wave

a haint to be an image of terror

to some but not by others who know

and accept it with the joy of a past love

 A ghost

cannot give

comfort by touch

because never does

warmth come out of a spirit

from the middle world it inhabits

yet the sight brings memories of passion

                                                         © Arlene S. Bice, 2012  Image

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