I've revamped a ghost in my bed.
the one with the hurricane brainstorms
and the tumultuous turbulence.
I never did forget how he got there.
That day driving away. now he daily drives
the bike in my mind as something separate.
I have only our soul's reciprocation.
and the ghost, never lost, is just
sitting there smiling more,
a little happier to be in my mind.