You are welcome, I say to the dead,
Like a prayer that I chant in my head—
An acknowledgment that in this place
I make room to remember each face,
Every soul who’s moved on. So instead

Of assuming your essence has fled,
I invite you to hear what I’ve said
And draw closer, inhabit this space:
You are welcome.

I can’t count the tears I have shed
Missing you and the life that we led.
I ache for your love, your embrace,
But you’ve gone without leaving a trace.
So I pray—open heart, soul outspread:
You are welcome.