you left
and took
everything

yet you leave
your unwanted
things in my
messy room

your red lipstick
stains on my
white pillowcases
resemble blood
and flowing
heartbeats

your records
still play on
the radio
at 3 am
when i am
at my loneliest
and my insomnia
brings me
no dreams, 
only half-awake
nightmares

your image
is present
in every single
corner of my 
daydreams

and the wind
still whispers 
your poetry
into my
open windows
like an unending
symphonic
torture 

these ghost
memories have 
done nothing
but haunt me
of what could
have been

and we both
know these
poltergeists
will live
longer than
i will

because they
feed off of
my longing

and i know
i will still
love you
even past
death