The Ghost That Led Me Astray Poem by chantelle ribeiro

His name
Sounds sweet on her lips
On the beach
the tendrils of the Wintry fog
wraps itself around her feet
she cries
in its ghostly embrace
for love
for loss
for him
She signs his name at the water's edge
A final gesture of her despair
Its icy coolness bringing back
the frozen image of his heart
as he said farewell
Her lips tremble from cold and sorrow
She walks into the bitter coldness
The waves lap at her long white dress
Unseen hands pulling her below its crests
I see the story unfold again
The legend of the ghostly waif
And now upon awakening
I stand on that very spot
A coincidence?
I think not
Your voice rings in my head
Your goodbyes too much to bear
I close my eyes and turn away
From the ghost that led me astray...