NaPoWriMo 2019, Day 6

Today's prompt is to write a poem of what is possible, the power of if.  Well, I started to do that in my mind and got completely off track, which led to this instead.

Elegy

It is useless

when I stand at your grave

to try to feel your essence

in the wind,

as though your ghost

lingered among the grass

and trees,

useless

to listen for your voice

in the songs of birds

simply defending

their territory

or calling for mates,

useless

to seek your spirit

in places we used to go,

for those restaurants,

stores, and

movie theaters

aren't there anymore.

Only through music

can I reach you.

The songs you loved

playing in the car

as I speed down

the highway

make me aware

0f your presence

as though you were

in the seat beside me. - Jeff Barnes