Paper Wings

I will be your ghost,

your hometown that does not change.

Wander these familiar halls we

were girls in through

the gray pictures that I paint.

I do not reach out,

just wait for your occasional visits.

I have succumbed to the

quiet of death more

than I would prefer to admit.

But if you bring to my cracking stone

the flowers that you like,

I promise for you I will pretend

to be more alive.

-A.J