Ghost of you

After all is said and done

I sit alone and think about the idea of us.

I wish to forget you, but how does one do that when all I feel around me is you?

I still feel those gentle touches on my waist,

The feeling of your hand in mine,

the smell of your perfume and your warmth.

The feeling of your gentle yet roughness leaves me yearning daily.

I promise you I have moved on,

Yet how do I live when your watch sits on my desk,

your presence is still felt around my room

or when my mom asks how you are doing, like all is fine.

So I sit in my blues, trying ever so hard to ignore the ever-present ghost of you. ,