Poem 2,861

A long pause found less often
under my doom-scroll thumb –
I am talking – keep it down – a
silence once met as our angel
ghosted overhead is my class-
room’s one-thing-left – viewed
from this gallery above – recall
& scent-heft – ‘til re-embedded
& met – a pause again of more
than myself – here is my ghost
on my stair – bob o’ dark hair &
cool perfume pair to announce
her place in my house – so still
between us & un-breathable –
it undoes us – a moment there –
almost a loitered kiss shared &
other steps taken – but a ghost
was my imagination’s guest – I
will look to scrolling for what?