What the Ghost Remembers

The morning after I killed myself

My mother was awake at 3 am.

She never had a premonition.

Only noticed she couldn’t feel the rocks

in her chest

Like she weighed about 150lbs

lighter.

Arose before a sunless sky

and fed her dog.

Drank sweet coffee

and left for work

Early.

 

The morning after I killed myself

my father stopped and looked outside

the window of his quiet apartment

searching for a handprint

to frame.

When I didn’t answer his phone call

he sent me an email

And left a message

To end of my voice.

 

I want to think they must have known

but living and dying

are such ordinary

Things.

 

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