Only the wrens dare get close

land on the table

puff out their chests

observe and flit

flit and observe 

Their activity contrasts your lethargy

soaking up the slanted rays of the
 Autumn sun

different than before. 

You are here now like you were then

only you guess at the notes

when she knew the melody by heart

improvise where she upheld.  

Teach me how to reason with a ghost

plead for presence

even if it means becoming absent

fading into the background.  

What a child cannot forget

the woman must deny
forgive for now

but remember forever.  

You bid her come

sustain the notes
until she can show you

how to play them again one day.  

If you see her…
let her know she is welcome here.

Portrait credit: Reo Asali 

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