Just read. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can feel it. The tremor in the air, my shaking hands. I stare at the ground hoping my gaze will conjure her. her spirit her soul Hoping a ghost will rise from the ground her ghost Her ghost come to relieve my pain my grief Father said she's gone not coming back No. Of all people to die. Not her. Not my Mama. I brush the grass, soft as her hair. I can almost feel it. Her spirit Her soul So close. But so far. I pick up a bouquet of roses. Crush it. The flowers she loved now adorning her grave. I shove my hands into the ground. She's gone. Not coming back. Nothing. No spirit No soul
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