I wait all day,
wandering the house,
but there is no sign
of him.
If he said he isn't going to leave me,
why does it seem like
he's left me?
Maybe being a ghost is
more complicated
than I understand.
I make fresh lemonade,
squeezing the lemons
Mom brought home
yesterday.
Lemons are one of
my favorite things.
Luscious
and juicy,
they remind me
of Jackson's
kisses.
I remember the time
we went out for dessert.
He had chocolate cake.
I had lemon tart.
"You have a lemon," Jackson said,
"in the corner of your mouth.
Let me get it for you."
And just like that
he leaned in
and kissed me,
his tongue
gently licking
the lemon away.
That's how it was with us.
Comfortable.
Easy.
So. Incredibly. Wonderful.
I add sugar,
water,
and ice cubes
to the juice
in the pitcher.
When I take a drink,
it tastes
sweet and sour
like it should be.
My heart feels
sweet and sour too.
Is that how it should be?
And then,
when the coolness
sweeps over me,
giving me goose bumps,
and I know he has returned,
everything is oh, so
sweet.
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I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Misterio / Suspenso~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
