A Living Ghost

You’re gone and with your fading light
I become scarred that I won’t remember you.
And the times passed by but with the good come the bad.
These scars reopened from deep inside.
I caught myself talking to the dead.
There is still so much left to be said.
Find a way to let go.
I just can’t leave it alone.
They see you in me, then they see right through me.
I’m a living reminder of what they deem failure.
I’m traced back to you but you’ve been gone so long.
So I’m a living ghost.
We never belonged.
Grief-stricken, and with every passing day
I can feel you…
I can feel you… fading away.
I look for answers but none seem to be found.
No matter how hard I try, you’re still underground.