Lilted

a glimpse

I don't know where it is
exactly-
somewhere along the highway
down a hill
next to a crater
of dead best friends
and loose strings of music
the dead have never haunted me-
but I can feel her soul,
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere
a string of yarn connects us
pushing
pulling
and i see a flash-
a glimpse of a hand
a fingernail
glinting in the shine of sunlight
a voice-
so full
so strong
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere