Haunted by ex-love

In whispers of the wind, your name I hear,

A phantom touch, a ghost so near.

Your laughter lingers in the falling rain,

A haunting melody, a bittersweet pain.

The city streets, a concrete maze,

Reflect a memory from bygone days.

A corner cafe, a stolen glance,

A love we nurtured, a fleeting chance.

Your favorite song, a sudden sting,

Each lyric echoes, a love song we'd sing.

The scent of perfume, a fleeting trace,

A phantom memory, etched on my face.

The park bench whispers of stolen hours,

Where promises bloomed, like fragrant flowers.

Now fallen leaves paint a canvas of brown,

A metaphor for love, once vibrant, now flown.

I close my eyes, and phantoms appear,

Your smiling face, dispelling fear.

But waking brings a stark reality's bite,

The empty space where you used to lie at night.

The silence screams, deafening and vast,

Haunted by echoes of a love that couldn't last.

I yearn to rewind, to rewrite the scene,

To banish the ghost, and make you evergreen.

But time, a river, flows relentless on,

The past a current, pulling me along.

I struggle to stay afloat, to fight the tide,

To find a shore where memories subside.

Reason whispers, "Let go, move on,"

But the heart remembers, a love song long gone.

The "what ifs" torment, a relentless refrain,

A constant reminder of love's sweet pain.

Was it my fault? A question that stings,

Did I build walls, where love could take wing?

The burden of doubt, a heavy weight,

Haunted by choices, sealed by fate.

I search for closure, a reason to mend,

But the ending remains, a story without end.

The ghost of our love, a constant display,

A reminder of happiness lost in a day.

But amidst the darkness, a flicker I see,

A spark of resilience, a strength within me.

I won't let the ghost define who I am,

I'll rise above sorrow, a brand new plan.

With trembling hands, I'll build a new wall,

Brick by brick, I'll answer love's call.

This time, for myself, I'll open the door,

To love and acceptance, forevermore.

The memories remain, a bittersweet hue,

But the ghost loses power, as I start anew.

I'll learn from the past, embrace what I've learned,

And carry the lessons, as love's embers have burned.

The future awaits, a canvas unfurled,

With open arms, I'll face the world.

The haunting may linger, a whisper, a sigh,

But the love within me will forever fly.