i see them. the people.
my moms dead brother.
he’s looking out at me.
he’s telling me he’s proud.
he’s proud of who i am.
i see a woman staring.
she’s blonde and beautiful.
i don’t know her i don’t think.
i can see the emptiness in her eyes.
her sadness in life, has grown in death.
i see them often
but nobody knows my secret.
except you.
~k