On a Saturday she threw words and prayers out to the clouds and wondered if they would be heard. Monday morning brought her a miracle. A ghost appeared, and whispered “open your eyes.” And, so she did. The picture of a shadow brought her tears, then brought her calm. A bitter, bitter blessing.
She dared to look again, but her ghost was gone once more. Gone without a trace. OK… This is just life. No matter what she could ever think to say, she knows it will just sound crazy… and, she’s not. She was just someone who cared too much. So she said goodbye, and stopped looking for the one who cared too little.
I Crossed an Ocean... 