ZoeBee

Can ghosts die?
Can they walk through cats and doors and memories one last time
Can they drift to the tops of old ghost-cherry trees and look out at the rising clouds
Can they lock themselves, pull themselves, drag themselves down

Welcome to procrasti-nation
Get here by our new train station
The cars are always running late
But that's simply regulation

Listen to my swell narration
Feel your heart bounce with elation
As you near your truest home

I like to think they dipped me in sorrow
Thetis took me to the river
Held me by the ankle
Sunk me to the bottom with rocks sewed into my feet
It's easier to think that
The sadness is just on me
That I could wash it off if

I miss you while we stand in the same room and I miss 
You while we are oceans away
I would miss you if I could hold your hand only once a week
And I should miss you if your shoulders were always against mine

Did you read the Iliad and get upset by the sex slavery that wasn't touched on in your english lessons? Did you read the Odyssey and notice how nearly every woman was spun into a homewrecker, a succubus.

Do you think your hands will rembember mine once the prints are too creased to worry?
Your eyes will see the green in mine even after my vison's gone white and blurry?
Once yesterday is years ago will you recall the day that we married?