Afterlife of a Suicide

i have strewn small diamonds

across the psychic pathway

so that if you try to pass, 

as i know you will,

as you have already attempted to do,

they will cut your spirit feet

like tiny shards of glass.

when i return to this invisible bridge

i’ll notice your red blood

spilled among bits of stars.

i don’t mind wiping up after you –

after all, you do require it.

each time you try to cross over,

these shards of rainbow will stop you

because you’ve made yourself

uninvited.

but

when i clean up your bloodstains,

i will ring out the rag into the waters

of an underground river

of forgiveness

flowing all the way back

to your broken heart.