Walking With Ghosts
And you are always there
fleetingly
but just enough so that I know I am not really alone.
You hang on in my mind
as it should be, yes.
Just as it should be.
Not forgotten.
Not of this life
and yet you watch the birds with me every morning
the moon and stars every night
so I continue to really look at things
and grab toward beauty.
This gift
of walking
with a ghost.
