Shadows by Ciara Anders

The ghost of you haunts me;
That strange feeling of being watched
The whispers that remain when the wind dies
The shivers in the absence of cold

The things you never said are unforgettable
Those words; tattooed across broken bones
And flowing through torn veins.
They have left their mark.

And what of you now?
The shadow you have become.
I feel your pain in the backs of my eyelids
Your scars cross over mine,
Becoming part of me

Your light smile speaks volumes
As does the small talk you now make
I never asked why you were leaving
I couldn’t question the choices “perfection” makes


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