A little ghost girl is in my head today.
Running ahead of me, she turns back to look at me.
Impish.
With dark sleek hair pulled back in a clip.
Tiny white teeth bared in a grin that is almost a grimace.
Her nose wrinkles.
My little ghost girl wears a dress perfect for twirling.
She runs across the grass on a sunny day.
The world isn't too big for all the adventures she's going to have.
She reminds me a little of a face I see every day.
My little ghost girl, bright and witty.
My little ghost girl, laughing and unafraid.
My little ghost girl, I can see her,
silhuetted between earth and sky.
