isn’t it strange the way
you didn’t leave a single
trace behind when you left?
ghost with no capacity to feel
can’t be brimming with
hope, life, sunshine without
the body that kept you
you were grounded
kept still and steady
guided by gravity
and your own two feet
you were too young
it’s missing you that seems
to require the most effort
more than anything else
more than loving you
which requires none at all
like breathing
though that too has gotten
harder to do each day
thought I saw your ghost
on the skytrain the other day
but it was just my reflection
in the window and after a pause
I was alone again
