Face to face with your ghost, I slid down the wall and sat upon the floor, “I think last night you were walking through my dreams and driving my mind in circles.” There together, the room grew quiet and the light from the windows thinned. It was coarse, the feel of the worn stained carpet that stretched to the corners of this house once a home. “Have you come to take me back or can I even know?” It’s not unlike the silence to stay that way until you chose to whisper softly, yet whispers weren’t the reason you were there. You were in my dreams.
Face to face with your ghost, I ran my hand across my heart, “How long do you ask me wait here while you invade my mind?” If I walked down that empty hallway and through the broken door, I could find the moon beyond. I could bask in the light reflected from it and see a glimpse of day. Yet, the beat pounding in my ears cannot silence your calling me to remain. “How then do I wait upon your hope?” It’s not the voice you speak in, but the piercing silence that surrounds you that makes your words so penetrating. You were in my heart.
Face to face with your ghost, I heard the soft words you spoke, “You will know joy. You will know peace. Trust me and you will overflow with hope!” There together we waited and you showed me the present not the future. Never could I have imagined it all to be so costly with which you brought me here. My eyes lacked sight to see their lives, nor could I have known what you were doing here in the broken home. Face to face with you ghost I knew the truth once again, “I think last night you were walking through my dreams and running circles around me”. You were once again my hope.