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The Ghost of You

The last thing I expected was for you to leave
it's quiet around here
without the sound of your footsteps on the floor in the morning it feels empty  
it's like you died and your ghost still lingers here in these walls, in this apartment
it feels like you are still here but I know you're not  
I can here you snore at night sometimes, only now do I cherish things like that  
 
When you loaded the last of your things in your car I had to shut the door because I couldn't let you see me cry
I had to be strong
I told myself it was the right thing to do  
maybe it wasn't  
 
this morning I deleted all of our photos on my phone
my favorite one is of us standing in front of the ocean in Myrtle Beach  
I lingered with that one for a minute looking at how happy we use to be  
now I know it was just an illusion  
I wish I knew that back then  
 
When I found her bra stuffed in the closet I knew it wasn't mine but you swore it was  
I knew better  
Why did you have to do what you did then lie about it?  
I knew the truth when I looked at your phone  
 
even though I was the one that made you leave  
I still want you here
I had to get rid of the sheets because no matter how many times I would wash them they would smell like your aftershave  
 
I have to stay strong  
the ghost of you still haunts me  
but I know better  
I will never pick up the phone  
okanna93
Written by okanna93
(MJWells93)
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