Your appearance
in ghostly form
explains your disappearance
to a small degree.
I preferred it
when you lived and breathed
but accept seeing you
at your old haunts.
In some of those places
your voice hides in corners
and I hear them
as a whisper even when in song.
You ask about your life.
I am reluctant to explain it
since I believe
you should be letting go
for release into the next world
and what it holds
but it could be you have amends
to make after death’s epiphanies.
Not amends but forgiveness.
Not them forgiving you.
But you forgiving them
in their presence and to their faces.
This is so bitterness and pain
fail to lock you to these familiar places
even though I remember them
as places of laughter.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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