I use the word inconsequential liberally
to prove point and express myself freely
unbound to this ghost.
the thing that has held me back
is my belief in belief and the way others
have shaped that. it is inconsequential
whether or not anyone ever
believes me again.
what I have seen, held,
heard, felt.
those I loved.

I walk into the elevator telling
them I loved them all.
I begin to ask if their
lives got better since I’ve
been gone.
this is humility,
I say.
I don’t think I caused it
I just wished you happy.