...response

call:
offhandedly on an off chance                  
I tried to picture your face and                
all I could conjure with my                     
mental wizardry was a fan                       
blowing in an empty room,                       
a color patch and a bit                         
of lace where you used to                       
hang that little cross to ward off              
"demons" or so you used to joke                 
when serious you said it reminded               
you of your poor dead grandma                   
but the way you clutched it                     
at night I think the joke was                   
(if not more honest) more truthful              
maybe you were fearful of being                 
buried, and well, I’ve finally done it baby


response:
(some oft remembered yesterday)
the shape of your hands
almost perfect grace and
full of purpose
breathing life back into us
like the good/bad old days
crouch like a fever over me
feelings you'd forgotten
when the mood would match your purpose
time is fleeting, fleeing, & telling
and your skeleton (all smiling)
matched the heart-shape in your skin
something worth reliving
like a song sung strictly spirit (or)
a hope I never hoped


call & response:
offhandedly on an off chance (some oft remember remembered yesterday)
I tried to picture your face and the shape of your hands
all I could conjure with my almost perfect grace and
mental wizardry was a fan full of purpose
blowing in an empty room, breathing life back into us
a color patch and a bit like the good/bad old days
of lace where you used to crouch like a fever over me
hang that little cross to ward off feelings you'd forgotten
"demons" or so you used to joke when the mood would match your purpose
when serious you said it reminded time is fleeting, fleeing, & telling
you of your poor dead grandma and your skeleton (all smiling)
but the way you clutched it matched the heart-shape in your skin
at night I think the joke was something worth reliving
(if not more honest) more truthful like a song sung strictly spirit (or)
maybe you were fearful of being a hope I never hoped
buried, and well, I've finally done it baby