Haunted

How is it that even as a lot of time had passed

I still can’t get rid of you.

Not the memories

of your sweet tasting chapped lips.

The very ones that used to push me into a frenzy.

Not your lingering spicy cinnamon scent

from that expensive body spray you love

that used to bring me warmth.

Or even the sound of your soft baby snores

that used to soothe me like a lullaby

as you slept by my side.

Even as your side of the bed grows cold from your absence

it still remains hot to my touch

always nearly burning me alive.

You’re like a ghost from my past

that remains only to torment me day and night.

Like an attempt to drive me insane

and push me down the same cliff you drove your beat-up Land Rover over

and into the abyss waiting to swallow me

just as you did

when you were still here.