Pequena

The mouse scurries out
At the periphery  of my vision
At the corners of the cobwebbed room
Enough to question if something is truly there
like phosphenes ever present but briefly
it patters in and out in micro-seconds

like some quantum particle
phasing in and out of "reality"
with little sound and less sense
I try to lure it out with morsels
of bread and cheese, cracked doors
But it remains aloof beneath beds
Dank closets, musky desks
Behind immovable bookshelves
Forever aloof and ghostly, scuttling

My dear lil one
You ODed 5 years ago
Oh, I miss you so.