Bursuna

Bursuna, a name with a fire's crackle,

Speaks truth though some hearts may find it bramble.

"If a girl fades, a whisper, a sigh,

Respect her decree, let her memory die.

Don't chase phantoms, don't beg or implore,

For a ghost's silence is what she craves more.

Become a wisp, a forgotten affair,

Let silence echo her wish in the air.

Haunt not her thoughts, a tethered balloon,

Set her adrift, beneath a new moon.

A ghost in return, that's the only way,

To honor the ending, come what may."

Bursuna's wisdom, a bitter pill,

But whispers respect where emotions run still.

So vanish like smoke, let the memory wane,

For a ghost's respect soothes a heart in pain.