Draped in a Dream

I wonder if ghosts wear the sheets that their Lovers used to sleep on.

I wonder if it’s as warm
As their bodies used to be
Pressed up against each other

I wonder if their scent still lingers
Well passed forever

I wonder if ghosts choose to wander
Draped in a dream

Because aimless eternity feels a lot closer to love
Than moving on.

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