Life Sentence


Let’s say you’re not opposed to the ghost
In principle, you understand her neediness –
And let’s say she’s distracted, or busy,
She’s busy looking for a way back in,
But the shore appears distant,
Not to mention impossible to attain,
A far-off place where her former friends
No longer speak her name, which is lost,
And no word she hears is audible
Through the static and the clatter;
So let’s say you forget to speak her name,
You do not repeat her lovely name
Because your talk is of meat and money,
And let’s say you’re not crazy or bitter,
It’s just that you don’t want to hear her say,
Why, why didn’t you look after me?

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