GHOST OF PAST

“On all the good days,
I see my past lurking at the window,

Watching me laugh with you,

Coughing out the tea through my nose as you made me laugh when I sipped it.

Chocking on the last bite of the cake as I remember how I literally snatched it from you and ate it in a gulp.

On all the bad days,
It’s there too, trying to feel me up a little.

Trying to get a hold on me, trying to get in.

It’s only the night that I let it in.

I let it tear me down piece by piece,

I let me remember again the day you walked away.

I let it stab me with all the bad memories we shared.

I let it crawl in.

I let it break me, while making me stronger.”

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