I see your ghost in every room
Mocking my daily gloom
It was over far too soon
Considered not, foretelling doom
I hear your ghost at every turn
Miss the words that made me yearn
And often made my stomach churn
Long for what and can’t return
I taste your ghost in every breath
And have so very little left
Constantly am bereft
I have died a certain death
I feel your ghost with every tear
Wallow in my loss and fear
Will my pain disappear
Before the end of this long year?
I hate your ghost with every sigh
Remember each and every lie
I can't forget you although I try
And perhaps I won't until you die
I crave your ghost with bare desire
Left ashes in my burning fire
Puncture in my rubber tyre
A tortured life due to expire
I plead your ghost will go by light
As grieve for it every night
No longer there to hold me tight
Or recreate wanton delight
I need your ghost to go away
No longer game I want to play
And to survive cannot delay
A better life than yesterday
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