Midnight Mass

 

Little ghost 

  Haunting so...

Hovering above my home 

You would not want this life. 

You would not want this lover or wife. 

It is a responsibility so. 

Our love is vast 

  and well impressed

  Of this you can rightly know. 

But I pray you find

  What you yearn for 

and discover requiem on your own. 

Had it been another life, 

  and maybe of different nodes 

We mighta had a chance at love 

We might have made a home. 

This one now, is none you want 

It is wretched and bared, 

  a hell you could not take. 

and I love you enough 

 to tell you now 

You were right to run away. 

I wish you brevity, 

  and something light, 

and a love that will take your duress away.

I hope she distracts you, 

and steals your laugh; 

 I hope she knows 

  just what to say.  

I hope she makes a home of your heart, 

While I sleep at the foot of your grave. 

I hope she replaces me, of many fold

This is what I pray.