Lurking

Like the predator

stalking in the shadows 

Like the rain

that soakes you whole

Like the cloud

that darkens the daylight

Just like that

you come back home

I find myself sometimes missing you. Or maybe not missing you, but the feeling of joy that I had when you were by my side. It's sad when you realize you've fucked it up so bad that every possibility has just vanished in thin air. When you are aware that you can't rewind time to do it differently.

But time for mourn has just passed. Now I live in a haunted house and your ghosts are my permanent residents. I see them in every corner, in every room, in every object. Sometimes they are friendly reminders that you are gone and sometimes they just want to drive me insane, just like you used to.

In due time they will be gone too, but as long as I don´t let go of you I guess I won't be living alone. Which is what I think I actually miss. I'm sorry if my ghosts haunt you too, it was never my intention.