Ghost

The dry rope chafed on leather glove
As the long box inched further down
She looked her best in summer gown
And they all thought she was my love

I forced a tear as best I could
As casket docked on cold damp earth
It cost far more than she was worth
With teak veneer it looked like wood

And then the devil in black dress
Threw in a stone concealed by mud
That landed with a hollow thud
And caused a bit of awkwardness

That mirrored my interior
My bitter hatred cloaked the grief
And my true feelings of relief;
She made me feel inferior

Withheld love; a deprivation
Comparisons to godly men
Who she would mention now and then
Were longer in length and duration

The small crowd at The Feathers thought
That they all knew what I would want
(Condolences and vol-au-vents)
But I just craved my single malt

Behind their cold eyes I could see
Beyond the smiles their true position
(The staircase scene held in suspicion)
A finger pointing straight at me

“Time please Gents!” then filled the air
And trapped me as a hungry mouse
I could not return to the house
I knew full well she´d still be there