The ghost of you

Left you last Tuesday,

a hand waving goodbye to the silent winds

You were long gone;

yet, you were never here longer

Like a beautiful scar across my heart

that I continue to trace,

and picture your face

in a desperate, lonely haze

I thought you had left

I thought that it would have been better if you did,

but now you're here longer than you ever were before

Now, even your whispers are clearer than your screams ever were

I wanted you gone when I needed you most,

and now I'm in a cage haunted by your ghost

I need you to disappear, from my shadow completely,

but for that-

I now know that I need you back