Do you think
The spirit
Lives in the chest?
A rusted rattle
In the lungs
I wasn't there when you died
Just a phone call
Gazing up
Glassy eyes
Blinding lightbulb fractals
I try and feel you
A sudden calm
A warmth in the breath
Life
Through the front lawn thicket
The smudged gesture of a figure
Rub away
The smoky droop of
Midnight eyes
You're gone
You're gone
I am not scared
To be watched