I believe in saying things out loud To me a thought is an incomplete bargain Unsealed until invited to the world of the living With a voice, a sound, even a gesture will do That’s why it’s paramount To say, ‘look it hurts right here” To say, ‘it’s been 11 years, yet to me you’re always in the next room, through the door past the kitchen’ Do not let your grief bother the ghosts A thought unsaid lives with the phantasma And one shouldn’t haunt more alive than dead