Ghost

Smell the daisies,

walk down that little path,

where a smile flashed whenever i passed,

sun shining in a way,

where words can only say,

how dare you take it all away,

I knew it was the last,

smile of our dog,

running so playfully,

even though you called, and said the bed had room for me,

and he seemed sick, but my optimism didn't let me believe,

and so i didn't leave, and asked he live another week,

alone, at night, you heard the fight,

I should have been near to smite their light,

but our kitten was lost, to whom we were a light,

wandering and lost, on a random night,

Astray because of me, and he,

fading and trembling, searching for you and me,

and lost his fight, and it was the day,

but it felt like night,

I'm sorry is all I can say,

and my optimism keeps me in this way,

a shell of hope fighting against dismay.