Ghost of You

By: Ariana Strong

 

A few years ago, today, my heart was broken in two.  
I’m forever haunted by the ghost of you. 

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Do you know that since then, I’ve never been the same?
No matter where I go, trailing behind me is the ghost of you. 

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Our dog waits in the field today. Tennis ball by his paws. 
I want to run with him, but I am stuck in this house with the ghost of you. 

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The flowers in the garden sit and wilt each day. 
I think the garden too, knows only the ghost of you. 

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I still see you sitting on our bed, reading that book we loved.
But it sits and collects dust, read only by the ghost of you.

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Cleaning up the house today, I found your favorite red shirt. 
I slid it on so I could once again feel the arms of the ghost of you. 

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The steady stream of water in the shower still carries your voice true. 
You tell me these feelings fade away, but how can it when I am the ghost of you?