Her eyes fill.
He's gone.
She is alone.
Or is she?
A cool wind.
A whisper.
Is he really dead?
He is gone and buried
Deep down in the Earth
Where she cannot see him.
Is he really there?
It seems
As if
He is here.
But it is impossible.
Is it?
It must be.
Ghost are not real.
Aren't they?
They can't be.
A cool wind.
A whisper.
Is he here?
She calls his name.
There is no answer
Except for the birds
And her lonely heart,
Beating,
Beating,
Beating.
She is here.
Is he with her?
No.
Maybe?
She wants to know
But when she asks,
There is no answer.
It seems
That she
Is alone.
But a cool wind.
A whisper.
Makes her question it.
She should not.
She knows that.
She knows he is gone.
She knows he is dead.
She knows that he does not love her
Anymore.
She wants to believe otherwise.
Can she?
She cannot see him,
Nor can she hear him.
But can he see her?
Hear her?
A cool wind.
A whisper.
Makes her wonder.
He should not be here.
He should be above,
With his family,
His friends.
Not with her.
But is he?



