The Ghost of You

her long black hair,
black as ebony,
cascades down her slender figure,
slightly covering her sad face,
her eyes droopy and lifeless,
as she held a picture frame with her delicate fingers,
a drop of tear fell down her cheek,
it was long ago when it fell down like rivulets,
it seemed as if her tear dam has dried,
with all the years of crying,
for the one she love, who,
gone but never she forgets,
but with yearning pain in her heart,
for a hope that seems to diminish,
with every passing second,

he left her not for anything but a good reason,
he was to fight the war,
that can save their country and their love,
if they won,
with a sad heart she had bade him farewell,
longing to say no, but not able to,
not without seeing the fire in his eyes,
the courage that he shows to protect the ones he loved,
oh no, she can't deny him the right to fight,
not if she loved him till her heart aches,
so she sent him, with prayers to the caring Lord,
to keep him safe, no matter what may befall him,
because she knows not of a life without him,

and years had past, the war had been won,
but he never came home,
his gun came, but without him holding it,
oh, how she wept and wailed,
till she could cry no longer,
but nothing could ever bring him back,
from the Lord's side,
where his true act of bravery had earned him a seat,

cobwebs hung from the ceiling,
dust collected at every corner,
termites made her house their home,
as she sit in that same corner,
day in day out,
his picture in her hand,
losing all her sanity, just looking at the picture,
of him smiling back at her,
waiting for the day,
where she'll join him,
and they live happier than ever.