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Ghosts of the past

You were always

a mystery to me

that is what kept me hooked

you never let me get close enough

to figure out just what makes you tick

every time we got too close

you shut me out again

built up your walls so high

and i can't say i didn't try

to climb them or break them down

each time i tried i fell and got hurt

its different now that you just aren't around

you're not like others where i got closure

you just disappeared

fell flat off the **** earth

now you haunt me

and i've tried

to find you over

and over again

its as if you don't exist

or as if you only exist as a ghost

reminding me

that when you held me

it was always at arms length

and all i want

is just a little closure

but all i've got

is a ghost of

the person i thought

you might have been.

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Written by
alysia-michelle
American
Published
Aug 20, 2020
Lines·Words
30·160
Notes

I had a dream about an old friend who just kind of disappeared off of social media and stopped keeping in touch. It drives me crazy because something will remind me of them and I can't find any trace of their current existence.

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