in memory of PJM
I rode the elevator
with a ghost this morning
should have taken the stairs
but I hoped to find him there
because if I could believe in ghosts
or saints
or heaven
or a master plan
(somebody has a plan right?)
I might feel less hollow
or I might feel just the same
it’s hard to know
the ghost was soft-spoken
had expressive eyes
what words did we exchange
the last time we rode together?
small talk neither of us enjoyed
happy Thursday how about the weather
today it was cold and raining
the elevator ascended in silence
so much unasked, unanswered