“They ways in which you talk to me

have me wishing I were gone 

The ways that  you say my name

Have me runnin’ on and on

I remember the first time I saw them.

Interlocked fingers and fates, they twirled in the air with joyous laughter, their minds forgetting about everything but one another. Voices growing louder and louder as they trip over their shoes and fall to the grass clinging onto one another.

The best parts of humanity lingering in their souls. 

For a while they lay on the ground, the darkness settling in and the crickets growing louder. Softly one whispered to the other, longing for home and the other agreed. With quiet compliance, they picked themselves up from the grass and trudged home.

Hand in hand

I followed them, flowers wilting and critters growing silent as I walked passed. 

I feel sorry for the flowers.

Oh I’m cramping up 

I’m cramping up

But you’re cracking up 

You’re cracking up.

They walked next to one another quietly. Feelings that didn’t need words trailed their steps.

As did I. 

Reaching the road, they walked along the path. Lights from passing vehicles disappeared as quickly as they came. Illuminating their faces and clothes. 

I weep at what happens next. 

My hand grazes over the shoulder of the boy closest to the road and I kiss his head.

His new fate, sealed in my hands.

I’m Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

I’m Mr. Loverman

Oh, and I miss my lover.”

A week later, I looked upon the boy I embraced, his eyes unmoving. Unable to move, a steady note emitted from the monitor next to him. 

The light of his soul danced in my hands, as his companion sobs into the blanket covering the now lifeless boy.

I cry with him.

Years began to pass by the boy. Time wasn’t known to be merciful, and neither was I. 

More years passed by and the day of his death came swiftly.

It was dark out, like the night decades before. Sleeping peacefully in bed, I reached out my hand and brushed the boy’s forehead. I kissed his head with care. Tenderly reaching out for the tired soul.

I gently reach into my pocket, and take out the soul of the boy that had left humanity decades before. 

The two danced in the air, the light of their souls humming before me, as they ascended into the stars. Dancing forever.  

“I put the record on

Wait ‘til I hear our song

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost.

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost.”

Songs: 

Mr. Loverman, by Ricky Montgomery 

Dancing with Your Ghost, by Sasha Sloan

(The artwork is done by me from another previous class assignment. I thought it would be fitting to use it. It is my drawing of Ricky Montgomery’s album cover: Montgomery, Ricky.)