continued humming today while
doing the dishes, the song that
was played at your funeral.
I've been singing it for a week now,
I've been seeing you for a week now too,
just flashes of your face, the same copper eyes,
pink lips, and sun loved red hair,
been wondering if you're really there or if it's
my mind playing tricks on me.
sometimes you talk, which scares the shit out of me.
yesterday, standing right in front of me, your eyes
seemed to see my soul. lips turned up in that signature
smile of yours,
"I'm stuck here,"
I never say anything back to you, even if you
repeat it a million times,
I'm scared if I say something, anything, you
will tell me I never loved you enough.
still haven't seen you today.