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.

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