I Thought She Was a Ghost

I saw her in the graveyard, I could barely see her feet.

I didn't see that they did touch the ground, I thought they didn't meet.

Her skin was pale, almost see-through,

Flowy hair with beads of dew,

Soon she passed the marking rock, the one that was engraved,

And when she left, finally, I thought I knew what I had braved.

And then, a week later, I saw her again,

Only this time she was near the River Bend.

She looked the same, hair askew,

She almost reflected the big sky blue,

And I thought, oh I thought, that she was a ghost,

A ghost that died near the River Bend coast.

And finally, there was the time that changed my belief,

She passed a boy with a gun, like Commander-in-chief.

He looked her in the eye.

Then she gave a cry.

And out of sheer fear, he pulled the trigger,

The bullet dug in, and what I felt was bigger

Bigger than the worst regret

Of not protecting her, like a net

Keeping from falling.

And then she was bawling

And he ran away,

Not knowing the murder he committed that day.