Tiny Ghost

My heart is on my palms
but you wear yours on your small finger
I build a nest with my qualms
curling up while dreams of you linger

I'm only alone in spirit
following a ghost-deer's footprint
while the leaves whisper thoughts i've never had

Moving inside, small bells
tinkle tinny while I'm missing you
standing in the spot where I'm used to
now you speak in words I can't spell

Can you do me favors?
I know you could wrap both legs so close
around your head and skinny shoulders
but now you don't think so to both

I'm only alone in spirit
following a ghost-deer's footprint
while the leaves whisper thoughts i've never had


written 4.17.08