My great-grandmother visited me the other night
        I was upset
                    heartbroken
                                longing for days, I can no longer chase.
  My fingers kept busy, folding clothes.
        I could sense her
                    behind me
                    her perfume reeked: floral essence.
  My tears continue sliding
        silently
                    as my feet shuffle on—
                                to the other room.
        I could feel her
                     beside me,
                                longing to hug me,
                                                          to comfort me.
        I told her
                    “no, I’m fine” and “no, not right now”.
        I wanted her to
                    go back and rest,
                    to move on without me.
  She lingers
         a little longer
         —but eventually
                                 she listens
                                               and her spirit disappears.