I lay in my cold and lonely bed for a second, to see if my visions of you will go away,
I close my eyes and i take a long, deep breath,
Upon opening my eyes i am cursed with the realization of my nightmare,
Your not just a vision, your standing right in front of me,
I reach up to grab you, to hold you, but your just out of my reach,
Your body is surrounded by sort of an angellic glow,
But no, you cant be dead, your standing right in front of me,
What did i do to deserve this, this torture, this mindless tease of affection,
WAs i the cause of your untimely demise?
Was i the cruel human being who stole your cold, lifeless soul from your dead body?
No, i couldnt be, i was nowhere near you at the time of the accident,
I dont want to, no i wont believe the lies escaping from my own consciounsce,
Its not my fault i tell myself over and over,
But there you are, standing at the foot of my bed, your soul wavering between life and death,
I reach up to grab you one more time, but when i open my eyes you arent there any more,
Its as if the whole ordeal were just a dream, more so a nightmare,
Then my alarm clock rings, its time for me to begin another long dreadful day without you,
Without the sweet serenity of your prescense…
Later that evening a line of words begins to roll across television screens everywhere…
(”NEWS FLASH: A young male died in the local emergency room today, after reporting to police
that he had seen his deceased wife’s spirit in the middle of the highway he was traveling on
to get to work!”)