She left him & on the dust-floating motes,
Upon voices of Angels, to heaven she floats,
Leaving him alone with his sad broken heart,
He thought that they would never be apart.
He knew she was with him in the dead of night,
When in the pitch darkness, all blinded his
sight,
He felt her sweet kisses, upon the back of his
neck,
Leaving him each dawn, sad, ragged & wreaked.
Soft shifting curtain, that waltzed with her
breath,
The footsteps soft stepping, sad belying her
death,
In moonlit shadows, her perfumed sweet breathing,
The touching of his chest, in sadness, now heaving.
“I´ve not come to haunt you, but to call you
back home,
I just
don´t want to leave you, in this life, on your own,
So take my hand & we´ll dance, over dust
kissed floors,”
And together they wafted, through life´s padlocked
doors.
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