that ashamed poltergeist
I hear his frosted melody
as it shrinks down the hall
when I lay alone
I edit the possibilities
it stirs up the future
I believed in
startles me out of sleep
I spill out into the ink of night
chasing after an echo
a myth
the melody intensifying
becoming poetry in my soul
his eyes reappear
and I swim through
the winter storm
throws goosebumps on my skin.
