Someone’s ghost has yet to pass
 in the breadth between one road and another.
I don’t know that I believe it
 but I do
feel it - a last moment
 Broadsiding panic from peripheral view
a breath, held, borrowed
 never given back
to life and love and Christmas mornings
 pop quizzes, and prom
and years yet planned.
It was last summer, I remember.

PoetryLukas Robertsondeath, loss