Ghost
Thoughts of a widow
I feel like a ghost, a shadow left from a life that’s gone. I observe the world but am not in it, I’m not a part of it anymore, not the way I was. You’re gone, our life is gone, our home, and plans, and future here is gone, but I’m still here. It feels like the worst kind of error, one made by God, somehow I slipped through the cracks, got left behind. I don’t know why I still feed this body, go to work, answer messages, fantasize about being alive, being ok, as if I’m still living.
If I were stuck in the airport and had no home to return to it would be the same, stuck in limbo, a true ghost, can’t stay or go, can’t connect or disconnect, just stuck somewhere in between, not dead just sick. Come find me.
