I am the ghost 
That haunts this house
Unfinished things are all about
I’m searching for your missing soul
The other half of mine is gone

I am the presence
In this house
That drifts from room to room
Untethered like a lost balloon
With slender thread that dangles down

I am a shadow
Of myself
Imprinting on the empty wall
Inspecting places high and low
Searching for you everywhere

I am the wisp
Of mist and pain
Following in your wake
Grief is love that has no place
I dream to see your face.



By Diane E. Dockum
©April 18, 2023

This poem was inspired not only by my own grief for my late husband, Dennis, but from a poem by Donna Ashworth entitled You’re the Ghost from her book ‘I Wish I Knew’.