I tried to write a poem that wouldn't remind me of you,
using memories that were not tainted with your presence,
words that were not covered in your scent,
air that was not breathed in by you.
How do I purge my poetry of you?
You are a ghost that walks with me even when I can't see you.
I don't know if you're haunting me or watching over me.
You take turns doing both.
Like how late at night I can't sleep from hurting over you.
Or how I smile like an idiot when I remember something you said.
I never know how to act around you and yet I want to present my best face,
nothing else will suffice for you.
I dress, speak and smile in hopes that you are watching.
I am irrevocably linked to you even as I try to deny your existence.
Your mark is in everything I write,
we are bound by a supernatural link that can't be severed.