Becoming My Ghosts

Thu, 12/05/2013 - 12:09 -- L.C Y

They float past me, the ethereal glow slipping through my finger tips.

"Don't leave!" my insides scream. "Your memory will haunt my days!"

But on the outside, I smile and wave.

I convince myself they are better without me.



The Ghost of my past
 
The people I once loved.

I push them away, and when they don't pull back

That love seems lost .


I press my palms to my ears

Not wanting to hear the goodbyes

My insides cry "STOP!" 
 
But my shouts are muffled


By the plastered on smile,

Encouraging them to go

and with false reassurance on my well being

they all too often do.

Walk straight from my heart 

And into my past.

Becoming my ghosts.

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