The Ghost of You

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I used to lie

in the place where you died

every night

and cry

I used to stare

at the spots on the wall

where you measured our height

and told us we were getting too tall

I used to sit

in the same place as you

when you’d smoke your cigarette

and sing to the moon

But now this place

I used to call home

is broken and I’m

all alone

The memories

are all that’s left

ever since you

ran out of breath

And what hurts the most

is that I have to move on

Find a new home

coz this one is gone

But I’ll always come back

like a lost dog

still hoping you’ll pick up

when I call

But all I get

is your answering machine

Hearing your voice

it should kill me

But when you died

so too did I

and I guess I’m just lost

on the wrong side

Hey peoples,

Hope you all made it through your Monday all right. I myself barely made it out alive. I’m pretty sure my boss is at a point where he’s debating on just killing me. Lol.

Seriously though. If I don’t post tomorrow then you know why.

P.S. Can anybody relate to the poem?

-Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush