How I wish you would haunt me.

I want to see your ghostly figure with my eyes.

And if you should pass through me, I would

Absorb that sepulchral cold, whispering your name,

And be with you once more.

Yet I know this can never be, for you

Are not of this world of soil and water and air.

There is no part of you roaming this earth.

But there is a tiny light I hold in my heart,

A fragment of your spirit,

That I am keeping alive,

That burns in the chambers of my core.

Written in response to Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.

PROMPT WORD:  HAUNT

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!