I hovered in your hallway
Glancing at those portraits
Crookedly hung upon the wall
I stopped when I saw
The one of you
Five years old maybe
Holding a baseball glove
And smiling

Smiling
Not because you were
High or drunk
Smiling
Not because you just
Shot up some dope
Smiling
Not because you had
******* some *****

Smiling
Because you were
Genuinely happy
At that exact moment
In time

Smiling because
You were still young
And innocent

Smiling because
You hadn't even
Met me yet

I glided down your hallway
And into your room
You were on the bed
Sighing again
You looked right through me
And then stared back down
At the cracks in your hands

You started to talk to yourself
The way a crazy man would
In your situation
"Sarah," you whispered to the shadows,
"I miss you girl, more than you know.
How will I ever get over you?"

And that's when
I leaned over your mourning body
And kissed your lips
So gently
For the first time

You thought it was just
A weird breeze
But in your heart
I think you knew
That it was me

Kissing you goodbye
From the grave