From 1999.
there’s that ghost in your face —
the ghost of your mother
beloved ice mist peeking
from underneath the skin so clearly
in one frozen second
your father sees it and gasps
covers his face
before your twin images
as light plays into
the planes along your nose
a shadow covers
your own face
her face seeps through
before everything goes finally dark
you carry so much of her inside you
it’s no wonder he refuses to speak with you
at certain times when he is lonely for her
the heart can only take so much
there can only be so many reminders
before it breaks completely
