I thought I stashed you away,
I thought I moved past you,
but now you are back.

Old Feelings re-emerging.

The Old Hope and Optimism,
but repressed by the now.

Loyalty undying,
Jealousy building,

The Ghost of the past,
returns to haunt,

In the corner,
I will sit,
without you,

Just me,
with my Old Feelings clawing my heart.

The Ghost from the past.
Back to Haunt me.

What Have I Done?