I did the rituals. I made this happen.
In my despair, I took out the pen
That would form the incantation
To force out your apparition.
The results were nothing as I hoped.
I thought maybe I could have coped
With the departure of just one.
But instead, I came undone.
Cold, intangible, and without love.
I scream with fury at the One above,
“I demand You give Love back to me!
Have I not lived pleasing to Thee?!”
He tells me there’s more than this
silly chase after fleeting bliss.
So I resist the urge to be the host
Of your unloving, lifeless ghost.