I found your old Wattpad account.

I cried.

You never posted
Any of your writing there,
But you followed and read mine.
Your account still follows my old one.
It's been 8 years since I used the app,
And 7 years since you killed yourself.

Your Tumblr account is gone.
I wrote a whole poem about it
On this writing app, actually-
I called it your ghost.

Finding this account feels unholy.
An unnatural...