She's found the most bitter part
Of being a ghost is not transparency
Nor lack of color. Indeed, her faint outline
Grants her dignity her living husband lacks as,
Capped and tight-buttoned into his frock coat,
He stands beside her, his right hand
Clutching her arm. No; what troubles her
Is that he still keeps a shadow as if
Having a ghost-wife isn't enough for him.
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