Mourning the Living

Mourning the living is a special kind of hell
With the dead one thinks , “I’ll see you again in the afterlife or the next”
If you believe that sort of thing.
Romantic thoughts of reincarnated souls
Finding each other over and over again
Against all odds, amongst billions of timeless souls
Haunted by mere memories and ghosts.
 
While with the living, however, one is haunted with the knowledge
That while someone has chosen to separate from you
You still live in the same sphere
and will likely cross paths again, one way or another.
You are tormented with the knowledge of
Accessibility, proximity, access
Whether physically or virtually.
Giving the allusion that contact is not only a choice 

but some sort of magic that one invoked will lead to reunion, gratification and solace.
 
Wantonly giving into fantasies
Willfully forgetting, in that moment, that
it is the relationship that died a sordid death
not to be resurrected, save for midnight psychic 20/20 flagellation sessions.
For reaching out to your former partner would be a bit like calling the undertaker.
Having been paid, the burial complete, their script has been read
And nothing remains to be said.