Ghost

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I am a soul, in a flight
to heaven.
Resembling wisps of smoke,
I am a presence
only felt in my absence.
Guilt, regrets, a few
dried bones and ashes apart,
we are the same.
We always have been.
My eyes found their vision,
when you first saw the blue sky
and smiled.
I soared higher when the air around me
plummeted down your lungs.
They were my deep breaths too.
People say the deceased are bound
to the earth through their loved ones.
I have evaded the bouquets and notes
to rattle my chains when you
read a book or run a mile.
Because we are each other’s freedom.

After all, what is love
if it’s not strong enough
to set you free.

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