soon.

iv.

̶ ̶  iv. LEAVE ME OR LINGER, IT ALL HURTS THE SAME.

the after you.

i thought it was all over the moment you
whispered goodbye with tears streaming not only down
my face, but yours too. the second you disappeared into 
the dark night, it should have all ended there.

but your shadow still follows me on these summer days,
your ghost giving me comfort on cold winter nights.
it feels as if i'm still drowning in this love even if it no longer
exists. your back is turned on me, yet your eyes still stare
directly into mine.

the house we shared still creaks the way it used to when you
woke in the morning. your voice still echoes, even if your ghost
sitting at the dining table stays quiet.
i'm haunted by the idea of you.
i don't know how to let you go.

part of me doesn't even want to because
the company i still receive from the after you
gives me comfort.

[ i'd rather fall asleep with your shadow next to me
then sleep with the ache of loneliness tapping at my spine. ]

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dedicated to c.v.
the second person to ever
leave me completely broken.