Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

I have no Family,
I have no Friends.
Then I pass the graveyard,
And I remember I do have those things.
They just aren't here with me.
I buy flowers for them.
I buy their favorites,
The ones they were buried with.
If only I was there with them,
The day they gathered for me.
Over my casket, they wept.
The day was sad enough,
But then the church burned down.
My physical body melted, as did theirs.
Now my spirit just wants them again.
But my wish can't be filled.
So I'll give them flowers every day,
Till I find my peace.
Maybe one day,
They'll come for me.
But now I wait for one of the options.
I have no Friends,
No Family. 
But I'm fine.
Because ghosts have no feelings.