I know why ghosts howl.
It starts low in the bones,
Resonant until it climbs up
And involuntarily chases
I know what it’s like to cry until
Sand pours out my glands.
I know (now?) why ghosts howl
Howl How ow ow ow
O gods will my soul ever be whole again?
After sorrow comes questions
When did I see him last?
Could I have done something different?
He knew I loved him, right?
Loved him like breathing.
Loved his hearty laugh. Laughing until his
muscles seized and he could only
bray out the rest of his mirth.