E is for Emma

Your Name Is Emma but you don’t always remember Haunted by the smell of coffee Just as you haunted the cafe outside where you died Unable to accomplish half of what you dreamed Envying the simple actions of the living you took for granted Soul Takers wait in reflections, tap on doors, sniffing your trail Hungry to add you to their growing collection Your only hope is the love you wronged As she struggles to overcome painful memories of you Tormented by a guilt she should feel Her guilt gives you a certain petty satisfaction Sometimes malice keeps you sharper than regret or love The sharp emotions help you to hold on You’re not sure if there’s anything to move onto Trying to solve the riddle of your existence How easily how life was snuffed out How much you took for granted You cling to the hope of closure Of accomplishing something in your insubstantial state What was once petty now feels crucial You never appreciate something until it’s gone You long to let go of your regret To resolve what remains to be resolved To make some meaning out of what you are Before your fragile form fades The ghost of you slipping away with all the rest.