these ***** white tiles,
slick with someone's hot
pink nail polish. the caress of a piano key,
the strum of the guitar resting upon your knee,
the ashes of those walls you once demolished.
these hallowed halls, laughter bouncing
across those cinder blocks. by the office
desk, i must confess,
a Cheshire smile suspended. textbooks
stained with that starry name, eyelashes clutched in the hands
of the clock. the bracelet burning against my pulse, Facebook
and those pictures by the dock.
this gym stage has ****** you in, while
the volleyball net whistles show tunes.
embedded in lined paper, explosions of blue behind
closed eyes, kneeling before the kitchen sink,
dancing at prom where, in the shadows, ghosts slink.
white trucks are soiled, and go karts too.
singing is yours - it'll have to do. in my heart of
glass, in silver bleachers where i quivered
like grass. there in cloudy days, or when the sun slants
just so, or in the buzz of my anxious phone.
i can't watch grease or hairspray ever again,
even the Bible is full of sin. church pews
moan, wailing for you. microphones plead to
be touched by kindness, and candles burn, gentle
and steady.

i see you in everything. Casper can't hold
a candle to your transparency. i see you in the white hot
part of the flame, i saw you in my first fireworks on
new year's eve. i feel you thrumming through my veins,
and i hear you in my favorite lyrics. i will
always wonder where you are, if you're okay. i hear
you in the static of the radio, in harmonies of a choir, in her
dreadfully happy face.
i can see you in everything.