Ghost

He awoke in a pine box.
It didn’t really matter though. He knew he could pass
through solid objects. As he floated up above to the
ground, he recognized the town. He knew his bearings.
He made a course toward what was once his home. He
missed his wife. He wanted to see her. To embrace her.
To tell her all the things he never did in life. He began
preparing a statement. As he floated down the poorly
lit street he grew more and more excited.
He cracked a smile of hope and anxiousness. A cool breeze glided across his
sunken face. His home was now in view. Almost there. He
could practically smell her trademark candy-like perfume. He
braced himself for the first view of his immortal beloved.
He passed through the closed front door. Up the stairs.
Through the bedroom wall.

Blood. A gun. A body. A note.

“The absence of your presence is overwhelming...”

She is dead.

She awoke in a pine box.