Homesick

Homesick for a place I’ve never known
Missing something that I never had
How is that possible?
Do ghosts have footsteps?
Would I have heard your approach?

I saw you
In my dreams I saw you
You were there, on the sidelines
As I sorted and sorted and sorted
In a storage unit

An apt setting, my long-buried ghost
You required excavation
A reopening of wounds
In hopes of finally understanding
And desires for new memories

Walking that thin line between support and
Over-caring.
Always my weakness
Always my appeal
But the risk was worth everything

My alphabet, my line, my reflection
Building a stronger self
A broader arc of knowing
A trove of new smiles and overlaps
A ghostly hug
A calmness and an upset

Best keep the shovel ready.