Grandpa only lives on video now

Your words were the most solid part of you,

solid enough to cast a shadow on

my clear-as-glass expression. Still your hands

I can't substantiate, nor shoulders yet

can I confirm aren't phantoms, nor your hair,

as weighted down with silver as it is,

could I affirm has mass to speak of. How

am I to navigate the space between us

when you're not there? How can I conjure you?

I need you to be real. All I find

is your voice of dark blue flannel on my ear

and distant eyes on my down-feathered mind.