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Note: Written to "The Ghost Inside Our House" by Cloud Cult. It's an amazing song- take a listen!
"We saw a ghost inside our house
or was it wishful thinking?"
Bright hot summer days were always your favorite-
-it was when all the girls broke out their flimsy thin short skirts-
-and you got that smirk on your face.
No doubt you're smiling that Cheshire Cat grin now.
You always said the day you stopped flirting with girls in short skirts was the day
we poured the dirt over your dead body.
….but I think you're still flirting, because the breeze that whips the girl's short skirts rings with your laughter.
And your ghost still haunts our house.
Bright hot summer days were always your favorite.
You were always my hero.
I never did tell you that.
….but you were, nonetheless.
When we were five and that black-haired boy pushed my face into the sandbox calling me geek, the rocks biting into my skin-you were there.
When we were seven and Sally told me no, she would not marry me, leaving me alone by the Jungle Gym alter- you were there.
When we were seventeen and I hurt the one I loved, the stage lights dark, and her heart ran cold- you were there.
You are still here-
Because the breeze that whips the leaves and the girl's short skirts rings with your laughter.
The call came in on a gray morning-
-We watch the news all the time now because of you-
("Fire Rages on in California Valley")
("Evacuation Notice Given as Flames Spread")
But it was by phone that we got the news –
I didn't look into a mirror for daysweeksmonths,
Your ghost in every refection, every window, every car door-
But now I hope you keep haunting me.
And I know you are, because the breeze that whips the leaves, my hair and the girl's short skirts rings with your laughter.
They say that you were a fighter.
That you were the best of the best- a hero, one of our cities finest.
That you would never be forgotten,
That you were so young, so brave- a hero. Always a hero.
That you died saving an innocent life, pulled from the flames that spiraled higher and hotter,
That you left behind a Mother, Father, and Twin Brother.
They forgot the important pieces- how your favorite color is red, how you love chocolate ice cream, how you secretly love weddings, how your eyes are different than mine-
They forgot that you are still here-
Because the breeze rings with your laughter as I play, like I promised you, "Highway To Hell" at your funeral.
...And your ghost still haunts our house.
Bright hot summer days were always your favorite.
"Hunt for ghosts inside our house
because we'll never give up wishing
that we live on
Baby live on"
-Cloud Cult
Note: Sorry Zack, I didn't mean to kill you today- I just wrote and wrote and this is what came. One of my favorite actresses died on April 19, 2011. I know you will live on Elisabeth Sladen. Reviewers receive hugs and hot chocolate.