Ghost of a Grandfather

It was you
There
In the dark.
It had to be.
Nobody else
I know wears
That much
Old Spice.
I imagine you
Were resting:
Gently rocking
With your eyes
Closed
But still awake
In case you were
Needed to kill
A spider
Or change
A light bulb.
And you smile
The same
And give
A silent,
Hard belly laugh.
I don't need to see
You in the corner,
In the dark,
To know that.