Ghost of Her

I’m sitting outside without you.

I see the rocking chairs moving in the wind
and I wonder if there is someone sitting it them.

Maybe it’s my grandma.

Maybe it’s a ghost.

Maybe it’s nothing and sometimes that means the most.

I remember being young and dumb.
I remember holding your hand as you mumbled words that didn’t make sense.

You made sense.

With the sadness and the drama that filled my life.

You were my light.

I couldn’t be who am I today
without having you there to remind me I’m okay.

I couldn’t say thank you enough,
Singing you are my sunshine while you barely make words.

You are my best poem.
You are breakfast in bed.

There’s something reminding me
of the fluffy pillow that my sister stole every time.

You made life feel alright.

Broken family with a saint to make it right.

I am you, reincarnated.

The mountain in Hawaii when we felt weightless.
Stood between two peaks that held us up.

You always held me up.