Spirit

I am fairly certain I have died.
I'm a spirit roaming the earth in a dark fog with no direction.
No heart.
My spark has been sucked out of me-Just hollow.
Only brittle bones left.
Ready to fall and crumble into dust at the first cold wind.
How I long for sun!
Warm sun to caress me. To help the grass grow over me and
suck me down into the earth.