Ever since, five weeks ago,
her husband Walter died,
Adele had felt a constant presence
by her side – though never visible,
she grew quite certain it was there,
and just as certain that it wasn’t
Walter. Her sense of the Beyond
began to falter. Did random
thoughtless spirits visit on a whim?
And Walter – what became of him?
Was he haunting someone other
than Adele? (Was he in Hell?)
Meanwhile her sense intensified
that this new otherworldly
visitor had joined his ectoplasmic ride
to her incarnate one. Who knew,
perhaps he’d prove, as Lord knows
Walter never had, to be some fun.