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Sue Marra Byham

The Ghost of You

I denied the clock stopped ticking.
I denied the coldness grew.
I denied the floorboards creaking.
I denied the ghost of you.
 
I placed no hope in spirit writing
Though pencils quivered in my hand,
Placed no hope in your existence,
Put away my wedding band.
 
I’d quite forgot your sudden temper
When I brought him home with me.
I’d quite forgot you in the graveyard—
Never thought your ghost to see.
 
Wasn’t he a sight! Him crashing
Through the bushes by the creek,
Shrieking, stumbling, tripping, tumbling,
While I kissed your ghostly cheek!
 
I denied the clock stopped ticking.
I denied the coldness grew;
But now I wait for floorboards creaking.
Now I love the ghost of you.

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