The casket closed,
Her permanent cell.
She should be gone, never to be seen again,
But I see her everywhere.

I see her in the trees.
Each leaf is her as they dance in the wind.
Swaying to the breeze, I see her,
Dancing.

When I wake up, her face is looking at me
From the light pouring in through the window.
Her soft warmth is welcomed,
But it isn’t real.

The tears from the sky are her,
Falling down to drown us all.
I see her in the clouds dropping them,
A reminder that she’s trapped in her cell. •