ghosts

a.

dearest you,

i don't know why i'm still hanging onto you. you've left me with threads of the past. i cling to these pathetic remnants of you, making everything about you into sentiments---just to make sure hanging onto you feels poetic. but don't you see? these threads you've abandoned me with are stitched into my skin, and i'm hanging from them---they've formed a noose around my neck. i'm strangling myself with thoughts of you.