the haunting Turns out you were everywhere.
In the hard maple wood,
every creaking sounded like you.
The eggshell walls, reeked of your cheap cigarettes
The table I sit next to, haunted by your ghost.
I can't even bring myself to look at it.
I cannot escape the memory of you.
The familiar faces of your so-called friends,
The eyes,
Judging my every move.
It reminds me of how I was so gullible.
I thought I could shake the feeling away.
I tried to move on
Turns out it wasn't just a feeling.
You were a permanent force
on every corner of mind. Syd