I looked down at my phone,
another text you never read.
I've spent weeks trying to chase you,
and your memory from my head.
To me ghosts are real,
even the ones you never see.
I hear your voice constantly calling,
like wind whistling through the trees.
A summer filled with heartbreak,
a destiny I can't fulfill.
I try to tell myself to move on,
but I can't when I love you still.





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