Haunting

It's been 4 years
and still I sleep with your ashes.
I hog the shroud
and i've stolen all your prayers.

Every night I tuck your rosary
under my pillow, along with
your pocketknife
and your last bar of irish spring.

I wear your socks,
your carhartts, and your dogtags
are tucked safely
inside my bra.

Any day now
the spirits will find you
an exorcist.
And you'll be rid of me.


© 2006 Catnapping