The Ghost of You.

Maybe she wasn’t meant to let go.

Sure, she’s moved on and made a good life for herself.

She smiles, she laughs, she’s created a world that some might envy.

Yet, somewhere in the midst of the sunny days, she looks for your presence.

In the highlights of her existence, the ghost of you stands there with her, reveling in the celebrations.

On the calm, routine days, you slip in the door of her mind and remind her of something real.

Sometimes in the still of the night when sleep won’t come, you tap her on the shoulder and tell her everything’s going to be alright.

But when you leave, you leave her with nothing.

She is sad because you left, sad because you were never really there.

Your words are indented into her skin like a burn or a deep, deep cut.

Maybe it was always supposed to be this way.

Maybe it won’t always be this way.

Life is ever-changing as she knows so well.

She clings to the words of yesterday.

And tomorrow she will look for you again.




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