He was a ghost, she wasn't,
Yet both were unseen, unheard...

As a firefly, glowing softly,
Fly onto my hand...

Upon time, but only once,
On a snow-white winter's day...

Balloons - flutter and fly!
Soar to the heavens, the sky...

'Excuse me,'
'Sorry...

Will we ever be here again tomorrow?
In this place, which feels so much like a dream...

Through this moment in time, we embrace,
Together, in this green altar of spring...

In this long forgotten sanctuary,
Wherever it may be...

Dear reader,
In this poem, we meet as souls...

There they are, Mary and Chris: dancing, smiling...
On this Snow-White's Christmas day, puffing...

(From the perspective of a non-existent friend...
Upon time, only once, there lived a friend...

In the dusty yards of the loved ones' graves,
So many, in departure, smiled, cried, and waved...