Haunted by You

Haunted by You

You linger in rooms I’ve tried to cleanse,

in mirrors I’ve covered,

in dreams that wake me shaking.

Your voice is the echo that won’t fade,

your scent the memory that won’t die.

Even silence wears your name.

I light candles and speak to the dark,

pretending I’m not waiting for you to answer.

But you always do,

in the flicker of the flame,

in the cold against my neck.

You were never kind,

but you were real.

And I would rather be haunted

than forget.