Ghosting December

light outside my front door like a face the end of a long day ends in darkness a friend died a month ago but no one said why I sing a song for him at the place where we used to do karaoke I pretend to be another I shed my skin laundry lies on the floor my laptop plays scenes for my many lives a refrain a love song as it lives beyond my dreams leaves mulched the ground takes in remnants of summer in stillness of night sounds of footsteps and conversations in my front yard I look out the door nobody’s there