Ghosts

Over half a year
And you didn’t visit me.

I was patient.
I knew you’d come.

But no. Nothing.
Seven months gone
And so are you.

This past week,
A character in a book I read
Was puzzled over ghosts
And why her mother had not come to her

When she asked a new friend
He simply said, “she was ready to go”

And there you were between the pages.
Leaving me guessing over whether
You were reason I chose that book.

Or no need to guess at all.
It was you or perhaps . . . it was Mom.
Whichever, whoever, thank you.

Rest well, until I need your memory.

~KGM 8-16