By Aarron Mondello
Sometimes I see you walking slowly down the hall,
Hear the creaking boards and cushioned thud of every soft footfall,
Then you step into the light and I expect you to disappear,
But you remain and gaze through me like I’m the dead one here,
I’m unsure how to bridge the gap between the living and the dead,
Would that I could build a rainbow bridge with just my head.