Chasing Shadows

She asked 
In morning light as
The wall captured her shadow,
Do I believe in ghosts?
I thought
Pondered
What happens at the end is something we all have wondered,
Death could be the end
Blackness
Bleak bluntness
Or light
Radiant and beautiful 
Free for eternity or 
Trapped 
On this world 
As a ghost
Unloved 
Alone  
Cold. 
She asked again
A frost clutched the air
For a second only
The shadows shifted
She was gone. 
The shadow was not.