when my grandpa died / and we said goodbye at the open casket / i swear i saw him breathing / and maybe even smile a little; / and when our cat died/ we couldn't figure it out / until he turned stiff. / so i wonder / since the brain looks for patterns / and fills in gaps – / when i die one day / will i realize / or will my brain make me remember / what it felt like to be alive / and i just go on like before? is that / how ghosts are made / or how people keep remembering / all the tiny details / of those who / have passed?