A spectre linger listlessly in my road. He stands, staring blankly at me and for a moment I think he means to harm me. Or perhaps, he is my reflection. He merely continues his cool appraisal, never budging an inch, never making a sound. I glide past him, this spectre in my road, and as I do I feel gentle hands grasp mine. He turned me to him, kisses me and releases me.

I go on my way then, calm and silent. I think back to that kiss, those frozen lips pressed against my temple and realize what he meant. It was an offering of peace, of love. He let me pass because he gazed upon this living man fleshy and naked to his unblinking eyes and fell in love. Not in the sense of sex and romance, but he loved me just the same. Perhaps someday I will take his place.

Someday I will stand in your road and when you come upon me, do not fear. Instead, walk by and as you do, touch my arm and kiss me. For I will be gone from this world by then, but my love for you will hold me here.

Phantom Lullaby