Is it really a haunting if you’re the only thing keeping the ghost around?
You’re my favorite ghost.
No matter what you did,
I still love you the most:
forgiving and naive like a kid.
I was a child when I knew you
and a child when I left.
But, you were young, too
saying those words, leaving me bereft.
The thing is, I don’t miss you.
Not anymore.
I miss being loved, that’s true.
I miss being cared for.
I don’t miss you,
I just miss your taste in songs
and how you flew
far above to prove them wrong.
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Those first two lines hit so hard