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But I'm A Ghost To Her

She's not alive today though
She I do deeply ah miss
The years of 60 together
All of her every treasured ah kiss

The family barbecues we had
Together hand and hand
The children we cherished together
And of course, our dear children grans

I'm now but a ghost to her
Her picture is the only ah presence felt
Besides the heartbeat of my
Heart for all those years we dealt

She rests within a grave and
Within the grown was her dear request
A six feet deep burial was
For my dear luv granted at best

I can remember the first day
I laid eyes upon her walking
Down the road happy she was
And with me didn't mind talking

She grew upon me so fast
As did I upon her free will
She taught me to stay the same
Even in anger let peace still within chill

The day she fell dead was
Truly not one of my pleasant
She said I luv u I must go
She kissed me and went cold resident

Of my house and my room
In which we both do ah sleep
And now but a ghost to her I
Still believe in all that was she







Written by Sandals (Birchel Devon Robinson)
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This is a made up fiction write from reading true stories of people and even made up make believe books.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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