Dearest ghost, I miss you. You’ve gone; left me here without a word. Sometimes I feel you, still. I hear you. I see you, standing still. I remember the day we drove through snow and trees in skies dark and bright. I looked at you and your smile. I will carry you to heaven; I thought. I still will if you let me. I write to you daily in my head. I’ve come to know the mailman. Sadly, I don’t think you’ve gotten any of my letters. Sometimes I feel like I’m grieving something that’s still right in front of me. Something that’s still here. You are still here, right? I feel like it never left. Songs on the piano. Mist on the window. Sweat on the keys. Candles burning bright. It's still here. Every time our song plays. I hope it plays again so we can dance on the stars. My ribs are the only thing keeping my heart inside me. I feel it wanting to jump out of me. It’s not heart burn because I know heart burn. Let's dance to the stars. I’ll carry you to heaven when it’s over.
