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
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.