There are spaces you still inhabit,
In corners tucked away,
Sequestered.
Buried skin deep.
Dust tracing outlines
of neglected memories
revealing the parts of you
I have yet to let go.
Silhouettes of unseen shapes
So heavy the light bends.
Distorting what my eyes
can no longer see.
Ghosts
One need not believe,
To be haunted.