i went to the place we first met to try and make amends with my ghost not much has been the same since you came around im missing you terribly and sometimes i think i can make out the faint noise of you screaming you love me into the wind like you did seven months ago in a field blooming with bugloss flowers how puerile of me to not realize that we were surrounded by the flower of lies i hate anything that reminds me of you so i guess i hate everything including myself i see you in the passenger seats of cars on busy highways and i see you in empty grocery store aisles i see you in clouds and tv shows and newspapers and sunlight and everything else there is to imagine because youre all i see now i gave myself to you the first day we met but you refused to take me so now my soul is out wandering these weakly lit streets people ask why i see so distant i turn to them and wonder if they can see the image of you kissing me for the first time in the reflection of my eyes i also wonder if they can see the image of me throwing up and shrieking and sobbing the day you left im begging someone to fix this absence we created three months ago when you walked away i went to the first place we met to try and make amends with my ghost but by the time i had arrived it had already moved on just like you