'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
His ghost was with her at night, gently wiping away her tears. She curled up against his cold memory, whimpering into its clothes. She couldn't be without him. She was too weak when he wasn't there to protect her.
"Come home, baby. Please, come home," she cried in her sleep. His ghost vanished in the morning light as she woke.
"Come home."
March.