The grave was freshly dug
Just awaiting the arrival of the body
Four Ghosts stood silent in wait
They had waited a long time
The waiting was over
The gravestone would remain nameless
There would be no mourners
No prayers goodbye
The body was checked for the final time
A customary nod would start proceedings
The coffin was placed into the hole
The gravediggers quickly shovelled the earth back into place.
No words were spoken
Satisfied, they left
Four Ghosts stood silent in wait
They had waited a long time.
The waiting was over
Four Ghosts
Now
Became
Five.
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yes, however absurd
I like to imagine
there's a grace of kindness that awaits
beyond our 6ft divide, where
friendship and love
will evolve, and once adjoined paths
will resume...
foolish, maybe
but it's a soothing thought
so I hold on to it
till, I cross over and check for myself
in that inevitable 'Great Perhaps'
we all, are destined to greet..
(a great write!
loved how abstract you kept it
open to so many interpretations)
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Open to many interpretations for the reader.
oh yeah, huh
that's so true
I read and learn, thank you!
Goosebumps reading this.
I'm coming for you. lol
Wow I love the uncanny vibe. This was written very well! Bravo! 💞
It was dark
Original and a captivating read - super write.
Nice and dark.
So many ghosts waiting in the graveyards, good write Paul.
Andy
There are a few. lol
Happy families eh .. as scary as one or two of my ex ghoul-friends 🙂
Just wait till number six turns up.
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