Your Ghost Can Visit Anytime. Consider this Do you miss When we lived In unknowing bliss Are you happier now? In this place we Cannot see Do you visit us When we plea I’ll meet you there In the sky Above the clouds When the moon is high As I close my eyes And start to dream I really hope You won’t leave. … Thank you for reading! Please visit my content on Medium to check out more! https://medium.com/@hannahladuke
How it all ends. The pavement is damp under my black flats as I walk across the parking lot. The weather is freezing and mad at me as it whips around. Climbing into the Jeep, I situate before leaving. Heat on full blast. Coffee cup, still half full and chilled from the remnants of earlier chaos, slips into the holder. The music shuffles. I shuffle it again. Lately, I am becoming disinterested with many of my former music selections. Finally, a bearable song plays through the speakers. I put the car in reverse and leave. As I pull out of the parking lot, my mind lingers on the act of reversing a car.