Go!

Curtained
The place where you used to sit
no longer has your shape.
Your framed face adorns a wall,
now your presence is gone.

The greeting of the morning
and a nocturnal farewell,
feeling the cold absence
of your corporeal frailty.

The dead, held to our mortality
by the strength of grioef
memories pulling them back.
Tears, tear the seams
between existence and the ether,
we haunt their souls.

My words for you
vibrating in the other world
allow you no rest, give you no peace.
It is not for you I anguish
but myself.
So go
you are free.
- Ciaran Burke
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