When you were once somebody's everything
and then you become a ghost
lingering, haunting their every move
then you make the space between their heart
and their mind even greater than it already was.

But of course this is just another rant
with all the things I will never say
to your face the way I always wanted to,
so this is my declaration of moving on:

As much as I love you, I do not miss you at all;
our dreams have become water from the moon,
and from this moment on my every thought
of you shall turn to smoke and mist
only to later d .r .i .f .t away

almost

completely.