Kacey's Gift

“I’ll be seeing you
in all the old familiar places
that this heart of mine embraces
all day through…”

Warm June moonlight
lit up your face and your voice.

Fifteen and bored with life,
I asked you to sing the song
again
and again.
How many times?

Did something in me know
that the memory of you on our
summer porch would sing
down all the dark days ahead?
Days when I had to pick up the
phone to hear your voice,
robbed of your presence in my house.
Days when pill bottles rattled,
full of medicine and promises,
devoid of peace-

a peace I can still feel
a glowing whisper of
when I remember you singing,

“I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you.”