Poem: Living with Ghosts

It’s days like these
When all my rooms
Seem to hold ghosts
Of the past in shadows 
That no amount of light
Can seem to chase away
So I’m here living haunted
By a past that won’t leave
Like you left with everything
Except these memories still
Frequenting my hurt heart
In dim hours before dawn
When I just want to sleep
But sleep is not coming 
Because of the presence
Still filling all the spaces
Where you no longer exist

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