Haunted by a memory

Of who we once were.

To think, even as the years have gone by, you still reside...somewhere in me.

Only to reappear during the most quiet nights. Unable to be swept away by the gentle breeze this evening.

Why does your presence still linger?

The agony of your absence has long subsided yet...

There is a dull ache. A sort of yearning to see you once more.

I dont know how you are or where you are anymore.

All that remains is a ghost...who would smile, briefly as our gazes met before resuming a vacant expression.

Why are you still here even when you are not?