You have to say good-bye. You can only haunt people
you know. You have to stay in the town you died
in. You can only protect close relatives. You
can become an angel if you were good enough.
You have to say good-bye. You can only haunt
strangers. You can never become an angel. You can
go anywhere you want. You have to be quiet.
You are powerless to protect anyone. You can
manipulate objects. You can’t touch anything. You
have to say good-bye. You can expand your
soul once you are dead. You are alone
forever. Your soul is a fixed point. You can
talk with other ghosts. You have to say
good-bye. You can make as much noise as
you want. You have to say good-bye.
Christopher Farago is a poet living in Greenbelt, Maryland. His work has appeared in The Northern Virginia Review, Exterminating Angel Press: The Magazine, and Endlessly Rocking: Poems in Honor of Walt Whitman's 200th Birthday.