Ghost: Cassandra Kulay

In the cool, clear air
possession a prayer,
you’ve been gone these
many years, you tease
the thoughts tangled in
my mind, no one wins
when we have to try
this hard to say our
hellos and goodbyes
and all things in between,
time after time, scene
after scene, I’ve been
waiting for you to speak
to me, will you come,
through ether and light,
shadows dancing, some
hope required to fight
separation and mortality
here in this cold city
where we can shine
reflected off the snow
don’t go,  my love, don’t go.