in peace

I wonder if your ghost lives inside me
your cradle and coffin
dead before you met the air
eyes forever
closed

in my dreams your fists open into palms
and press against me
dull feeling
I tell you secrets I don't remember upon waking

you are never angry
only sad to never hold me

sometimes you are a boy
an edward elliott charles or henry
and sometimes you are alice jane or octavia (tavie)

always you have 1o toes 10 fingers
chameleon eyes (like me)
red hair
a tiny nose
and a perfect mouth