she said
she doesn't want to think about me
but
i want to think about her

so i do and the ghost comfort me
but strangle my bones

the past has become me

there is nothing left to do
except
cry and smoke

a drink or two,
wash it away
a kiss from a stranger,
take it away,

the worst thing about loving you
was knowing you would leave me
and do everything you could
to forget
what i never can

as a ghost,
as an echo,
a past lover will wait forever