We live in a world

Where the footprints

Of your ghosts linger

And I can’t stay alive

Everything can’t be different

Must be what “Delia did”

Or “how Fiona hugged me”

Never “I want Ivey to love me”

You moan their names

In the hallways

You’re keeping them alive

In the dead night

They’ve passed on

Into heaven

But can’t you appreciate

The hell you got

We live in a world

Where the footprints

Of your ghost linger

And I can’t believe it