Though she's a ghost now,
Unseen, Unheard,
Just felt... drawing
My soul towards
Inspiration. She left
A remnant of her being
Wrapped around me
Like a shroud, laying
Me to rest. I feel
The peace she gave
Me, I feel her presence,
And I wonder, does
She feel mine? Is this
A one way street? Does
She hide in the shadows
Avoiding me?
Alive, I am raging with life,
And it is wasted inside.
I search my essence because
I believe she is there
Caressing, nourishing,
Encouraging.... She is
A friend, my muse, and
She left me... Not alone,
But with a piece of her,
So I can go on.
People often crumble in life,
We have to pick up the shards
And put our life back together.
It often looks different afterwards.
I look back with joys and regrets,
Knowing I handle everything wrong.
I pray she is well, knowing all along
She is aspiring and inspiring,
As she floats along.
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