The ghost of you lingers behind me.
A pale shadow, a whisper in the air,
Yet when I turn there is nothing to see,
Only a reflection of my soul, laid bare.
The ghost of you steadily follows me.
And I am ashamed, for I need this.
You are everywhere, yet cannot be free,
For I can't admit I lost what I miss.
The ghost of you quietly haunts me.
And with you comes sorrow and regret.
Into the night air I wail my apology,
For even now I continue to be in your debt.
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PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
