I am having a break
With coffee and cake.

But while I sit…
I have to admit..

My future at times seems dim
Because I can not get over him

I do well most of the time
I keep busy writing rhyme after rhyme.

Almost five year he has been dead
But I just cannot get him out of my head.

My relationship with him was pure bliss
Him…still being here…is my only wish.

No one will ever understand…
How much you can miss a caressing hand

Until that person you most endear
is no longer here.

I sense his spirit is aware….
Of my despair

I hear a whisper in my ear…
“I am still near”

And at once I am no longer sad
Only thankful for the best of times we had.

I am luckier then most
Having a comforting loving “living ghost”.