Spirit

Do you think The spirit Lives in the chest? A rusted rattle In the lungs I wasn't there when you died Just a phone call Gazing up Glassy eyes Blinding lightbulb fractals I try and feel you A sudden calm A warmth in the breath Life Through the front lawn thicket The smudged gesture of a figure Rub away The smoky droop of Midnight eyes You're gone You're gone I am not scared To be watched