Ghosting

Nine months ago you left me at the wake, the funeral of our relationship.
It pained me to walk away.

I didn’t want to let go of the vine that connected you to me.
Through the fog, I couldn’t see, you had already walked away.
The vine I held on to was covered in thorns.
The longer and tighter I held on to it, the more pain I felt.

Nine months free,
I’m just now finally getting back into my life the colors you stole.
But just because I am free,
it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.

You finally gave me back all those songs I gave to you,
but now they are forever haunted.
No matter how much I try to just listen without thinking of you,
a part of me will always remember.

You never truly left.
Instead, you became a ghost
of the person I once dreamed of sharing my days with.

You keep ghosting me,
lingering, haunting,
never letting me be truly free,
always trying to bring me back
to where we died.