There’s a field by my house
A big open empty field
People hardly ever go there
However, there’s a girl
She weaves through the stone
In the hours after the sun sets
No one else seems to see her
But when I waved she waved back
And I knew she was real.
This went on for years
Every night I'd wave to her,
She’d wave back
And we’d both smile
But I remember one night in particular
As I drove past the field with my mom I waved
She waved back
Then there was a screech
The blinding flash of headlights
Then darkness
Now the girl and I weave through the headstones together