It's as if I'm looking in a mirror,

I see my dark red wig,

curls perfect,

my eyes closed-

by Jason of course-

but usually shimmery green,

fear upon my face...

I've felt a lot of that these past months.

Jason is kneeling next to the bed-

next to me-

tears are streaming down his cheeks

and I want to reach out to him-

comfort him-

but I cannot-

unable in my ghostly form.

What I would give-

just to live-

for a little more time-

by his side.