Fragments

⤞voids

There are voids
in which you still exist,
and I know that it's wrong,
but I'm not sure
how to dismiss
a haunting that's gone on
for so long,
and when the memories
often enshroud me,
as heavy as a raven's wing,
I find myself lost to the past,
recalling every last
painful sting,
but still, your ghost
remains with me,
a reminder of all that
went before,
a reminder of all of the things
I will never again ask for.