Ghosts Don’t Haunt Me—You Do

Ghosts don’t wear your perfume.

They don’t leave their songs in my playlists.

They don’t echo your laugh

in the middle of an empty room.

Ghosts don’t send texts

I still can’t delete.

They don’t linger in photos

or smile through old coffee mugs.

Ghosts don’t whisper my name

when I try to move on.

They don’t live

in the pause between heartbeats.

But you—

you haunt me

like a secret I never told.

You’re not dead.

You’re just gone.

And that’s so much worse.

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