If all I could ever give,
Was just giving up
You'd still say it was enough.

You built a cemetery for me in your head
Just in case you found a way
To bring back the dead

Now you've found a name for them
All the elephants in your head
Memories stampeding
They won't get off your chest
Try to forget what you remember
They will still remember you
These elephants will crush you
If you don't put them to rest

Fill this emptiness
Beyond what I can hold
I crave a greater space
In a way only the shallows
Of the deepest sea
Could understand

A mirror begs no forgiveness
When showing you the truth
So spare me your courtesy
You can't hide intent from the guilty

After a death
It is the living that haunt their homes
All the lonely cries in the dark
And sleepless nights
Trying to feel the dead in anything
Other than memories
Recalling them endlessly anyways
Stories told like seances
As if somehow it will keep them here
A little longer
Eventually forgetting to eat
To breathe
Exist
Quiet whispers
Endless pacing
Silent visits
Rearranging the cutlery
1000 times in the night
To pass the time

After a death,
It is always the living
That become ghosts of themselves

The fear in turning off the light,
Is never finding the switch again.