Ghost

This poem is about the feeling we have when we're aware we're moving on from a breakup, and it's painful but necessary at the same time.

Ghost

You once said "you'll forget"

I said "never"

in a defiant naiveté

not because I truly believed it (maybe I did)

but because I didn't want that to be true.

Now I'm holding on,

clawing at the fabric 

remembering your laughter

but the tone is wrong

and it sounds far away.

It's happening

I'm holding someone else's face

stroking someone else's hair

your face flashes past

like a ghost, or a glitch

and then you're gone again.