It seems even when I'm finally over you, you come back like a bull, and I'm wearing red.

We throw lies into lives

like pebbles in a pool

watching the ripples disturb the calmness

then cascade off into the distance

The memories still flow freely
Like a cut that won't stop bleeding
Though you've been gone for years
And to ghosts I'm left pleading

When love was severed at the root
Like a limb discarded
I've since felt dull ache
Perpetually disregarded

Like phantom limb syndrome
This missing extension can be felt still
Though there's nothing there
Naught but the occasional chill