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alideangelis
alideangelisCommunity member
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a eulogy for a girl who never had one

Welcome, Tenant

2 bedroom, 2 bath, 1500 sq/ft, And one ghost. Not to worry! She’s not malicious. She likes the smell of coffee grounds, Claims she used to drink iced coffee every day, Even when it was cold.

She loves the color blue The gray-blue of a stormy ocean. The sharp-blue of a summer sky. That’s how we chose the carpet color. Really ties the whole den together, doesn’t it?

Sometimes she mutters to herself. On rainy days she recites John 13:10 "And you are clean, though not every one of you." Other days it’s Annie’s Song, Gray Flowers.

Her voice dances with the sunlight in the early morning, And drips down the bricks at night. Yes, the lighting in here is lovely, isn’t it?

Other than that, she doesn’t make much noise. There was one day last year she was found Quietly sobbing on the bathroom floor (full bath, by the way).

When asked what was wrong, she just squeaked “Why didn’t I say yes? Or no? Where did my voice go?”

It really is a lovely place. Sometimes we catch her trying to pet the local stray. Her hand phases right through him,

And she looks bewildered for a moment, Like she didn’t know she couldn’t feel his warm fur, Like she didn’t know she was dead.

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