Phantom
Ex
It
is always you I come back to
always
in mind
like
the deep scars of the unresolved
ghosts
you will not let go of
toward
the end of life
still
you hover behind me
when
there is no-one
whisper
nothing
like
there was nothing there
but
there was always a heart to hear
and
it has been a while since I have turned
to
look over the shoulder
check
the rattled door
cross
myself
at
night and pray the footsteps aren't yours
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