Holding Hands With Your Ghost

Who by the window makes a sound
Upon the second story
How do your feet not touch the ground
And still you are not falling

As moments fade to memory
I freeze the fleeting feelings

I make love to the wind
Hands clenched to the curtains

I’ll fly with the witches
Somehow find the courage

I, by the sword do swear
I shall not blink an eye
I’ll die in greatest care
‘Long as you’re by my side

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