Everything ended so long ago, leaving me to be alone,
With nothing but memories, the only thing left to call my own,
Everything you touched holds a moment, a lasting residue,
I cannot get you out of my head, all I see are ghosts of you,
They follow me day and night, calling to me disturbing my peace,
Closure never fully came, instead on my sanity it feasts,
The creak of the stairs, the ones you would rush down,
The phone rings, but your voice is not the greeting sound,
The screen where we watched our favorite shows,
And the bed, in those sheets when we slept so close,
All these apparitions still ring true,
Because I’m still haunted by the ghosts of you.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 