Ghost Poem by Dan Brown

A heaviness
with tenderness
but only I can see -
Your presence sits with me.

White words turned red -
slain in their bed.
Calm came at quite a fee -
Your lies still sit with me.

Shadows in shade -
new beds you've made.
Cannot shake what could be -
Memories sit with me.

In my head, yes -
but so much less -
there when needed to be.
Your smile still sits with me.

A warm embrace
and so-warm face
I used to get for free.
Your hugs still sit with me.

With all that said,
when we're both dead -
wherever we may be,
I hope you sit with me.