Ghost

I know what it is to be

haunted.

 

The echo

of a breath

of a whisper

of a lie

in a dream that does not

understand

forgiveness.

 

In the daylight

you repent.

 

When the sun sets

I question every word

you ever said.

 

Deafened by ILoveYous

and blinded

by your eyes,

I never noticed

the web

you built between us.

 

And now that I can hear

And now that I can see

I know what is is to be

haunted.