The Ghost of You
Epilogue
E P I L O G U E
I kept on fighting. When I was presented with a medal of honour following the settle of the War, that was more than one kind of victory. As I was patted on the back for my bravery, I felt the proud hands of Michael rewarding me for keeping my head in the game. Years later when I fell in love again, I dreamt of my lost wife’s blessing. I preached to my new wife the memories of my old, so that she could learn the reasons for my thoughts towards life. My children brought me more joy than I could have ever painted in my fantasies, they were my reward for battling on through turmoil and catastrophe. Every day I felt a subtle reminder of what contentment was, of why I should be living.
It was her ghost, her spirit.
It was beautifully depressing,
And it took me a war to find peace.
I kept on fighting. When I was presented with a medal of honour following the settle of the War, that was more than one kind of victory. As I was patted on the back for my bravery, I felt the proud hands of Michael rewarding me for keeping my head in the game. Years later when I fell in love again, I dreamt of my lost wife’s blessing. I preached to my new wife the memories of my old, so that she could learn the reasons for my thoughts towards life. My children brought me more joy than I could have ever painted in my fantasies, they were my reward for battling on through turmoil and catastrophe. Every day I felt a subtle reminder of what contentment was, of why I should be living.
It was her ghost, her spirit.
It was beautifully depressing,
And it took me a war to find peace.
♠ ♠ ♠
For Rachel Sweeney, who was as stoked on this as I was.xo.