I never said you were dead to me

When goodbye seems like more than enough

To make me become a medium.

You do not need to speak to be heard

When I’m so very full of your ghosts

That, in the absence of news of you

I find myself decrypting quiet.

The phantom pains of my shortcomings

Revenants wail I am grieving you

Shades brimming with recrimination.

I’m a worthless blight, just a burden

I’m a beloved soul missed each day

After seeing myself through your eyes

I’m full of spectres guessing your tone.

How can I move past this cruel haunting?

Where can I go to find my own voice?

We overlap like do broken shards:

I bleed out to know myself from you

For peace of mind, by strength of spirit

I dig graves for laters we won’t have

Funerals for distinct after lives.

There’s freedom in this exorcism

Finally laying our woes to rest

Is this the sepulchral forgiveness?

May your joys and sorrows ignore mine

My triumphs and troubles pass you by

I pray we’re freed from this enmeshed we

May we have separate paradises.