living like a ghost you walk by everyone you know
I walked over to the bridge where Josh's ashes were scattered into the river below.
Where Josh liked to take his dog, Jim, before he had passed away.
Both Josh and Jim were resting.
I leaned against the rail and sighed, my breath created a mist in the cool November air as I stared ahead at the horizon.
"It's time to go." Josh stood by my side, I looked ahead as I spoke, "Will I fly away?" I asked him, he took my hand and nodded, "You will live no longer."
"Don't be afraid." Josh nodded.
"We're going home."
