A Cozy Chat For Two (Poetry)

Some nights I’d conjure him up
have imaginary conversations
just us two
father and daughter
discussing this and that
the way closely blood-tied people do

I’d feel I’d got the balance right
the affection’s ebb and flow
and he in turn understood
why I had to call him up
talk to his ghost until
the bond between at last held good

It started quite a while back
this need to chat across
the yawning great divide
I guess I’d do it mainly to prepare
smooth the way for when we would perhaps
meet again a tad less awkwardly
and even smiling
somewhere on the other side