Lying on the floor,
looking up,
I notice every tiny thing

A small family
of spiders
trying to eat each other

Brownish yellow
watermarks
from a leaky, bathroom pipe

I see the soles
of barefoot children
and Legos lost under their beds

I see the strands
of grey dust gathered
on the blades of ceiling fans

And all the while
through all the silence
your ghostly body hovers near me

And all the while
through all the silence
I wait for memories to fade