The floors
you walked are cold
I'm missing your footsteps.
The doors
you opened are closed
I'm hiding you there.
The air
you exhaled  still lingers
I inhale so deeply.
The words
you spoke freely....
Are now a memory inked.

I don't talk
about you anymore
like I used to

Before,
I would speak of you
to anyone and everyone in my life,
sharing pieces of you with others
so much that people started wondering
if there was something between us.
It was never intentional
but rather an involuntary response
to the pull of gravity I felt towards you.

I used to like the way
your name sounded in my tongue
I used to practice uttering it
and whispering nothingness into your ears.

I used to say your name
like it was sacred

but now it has become taboo
to even think of your name
Every time it comes up in my mind
I have to hit the mental brakes,
I no longer mention you
to anyone else
it's like you do not even exist,
never did -
you are just the ghost of a name
that resides somewhere in my head,
collecting dust.

The girl has been here all along.
Cant't you hear her sing her song?
The darkness can't hide
The light's too strong
It retreates back
to where it belongs
The girl
Is here
Happy and free
To say she's gone
The darkness took her
You were wrong
The laugh she gives, makes her stronger
Listen again to her song
Let your heart feel the words, and seep into your skin
Once again, feel the light She'll have lifelong

The girl I used to be
was happy and free
But the darkness came and took it away
What happened to the girl who was once joyful and bright?
The one who used to hold so much light?