I can’t promise I won’t haunt you 
in the life you lead after me, 
just as your imagined remarks sometimes 
almost audibly strike what would be a chord 

but for my out-of-tune heartstrings; 
a part of me is still listening on the stairs, 
just as a part of you is waiting for me there, 
can we leave the places we were re-born?  

I don’t make promises for ghosts anymore, 
won’t pledge fealty to that cheat Memory, 
but I swear to you in the three dot spaces 
between us, I will never touch your soul anew.

By Heidi Turner