You are a daydream
of a nightmare pale,
a ghost in a dark room but
I will love even the dying parts of you—
slipping away as I grasp aimlessly
disappearing between my palms
my greatest fear is losing everything
and you taunt me with your haunted love
tantalized by the tricks you play on my eyes
to make me believe you are still here.
My apparition, my blurry vision,
take me away at midnight.











inK’s:
A piece about clinging to people who are gone but still haunt us. It is terrifying to feel old memories slipping away, especially if that's all you have left of someone. But maybe it's okay not to remember all the details. Maybe it's okay only to remember how someone made you feel.

Feelings last longer than memories for me, anyway.





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