Ghost

The first of March faltered like an ache and the hours blurred together in the grey*
She didn’t change the sheets or make the bed, just put her cheek where he once lay
She curled up in the hollow where his skin left a faint trace of mint and leaf, where the cotton held him captive and where she’d watched him sleep
Some people move through our lives and then they’re gone like the morning rain
Some stand with the stillness of a soldier at their post and never change
Some dance along the waterline like waves against the coast
Some forever haunt you like a ghost
February stole more than the snow, bringing early spring to Baltimore
She was surprised to see him after all those years of leaving out the alley door
This time would be different, he swore it with the rapture of a baptized man
His words undressed her loneliness with a gospel built on sand
Some people move through our lives and then they’re gone like the morning rain
Some stand with the stillness of a soldier at their post and never change
Some dance along the waterline like waves against the coast
Some forever haunt you like a ghost
Oh my love, stay
Oh my love, I can wait
Some people move through our lives and then they’re gone like the morning rain
Some stand with the stillness of a soldier at their post and never change
Some dance along the waterline like waves against the coast
Some forever haunt you like a ghost