I pass by windows and broken mirrors
And wonder if I'll ever see myself again.
Not my reflection,
Neither my mien,
But the shadow left behind,
The footsteps imprinted,
By someone who used to be me.

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It's been long
Since he left.
And yet, I see him everywhere.
In traffic, in the voice that rings,
In the turns the heads appear,
Something not him,
But should be.
“There was a you in every you;
And I said hello to none of them.”
He was an unfulfilled wish.

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The world goes on,
But the ghosts stay.
Ghosts of all shapes,
Ghosts in light and the dark,
Ghosts that wear my coat,
Sit in my seat,
And say my name
Like it's theirs now.

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And more than just our you
There is every other you
That I buried
Without knowing.
The ones that left
Without saying.
We have our own ghosts,
And yours is everywhere.

I step into the rooms
Where we laughed,
Where I cried
In your arms.
I walk through this graveyard,
Your ghosts lie here.

They are calling,
And weeping,
For they have been abandoned.

In your graveyard,
I was a visitor,
And a gravedigger.
And now, you are
My bones.

I don't cry anymore.

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I touch the glass ahead,
And feel
Someone behind it,
Someone not me,
But they look like me,
Held together by intent,
By joy, pain, regret, and more.
It was my own ghost.